I mostly want my cremains buried with a tree planted on top of them, but visiting the columbarium in Oakland a few years ago and looking at all the amazing urns there made me think that maybe I'd prefer a book-shaped urn. Just haven't decided what book, open to which passage.

You and Kristin have been in my thoughts, Drew. I'm so sorry for the burden of it; it sounds like the worst of raw grief and trying to cope with tedious bureaucracies, in a mashup from hell.

Mom is watching Dr. Phil. I'm now working in the other room.

Sean and I had a lovely lunch at the great local deli/bakery Lovebirds and are now listening to an old B-Movie Bastards. (Sean had never actually listened to the insane episode when Jeff wasn't here and you all went crazy.)

I need to de-clutter the house and make some calls and am feeling spectacularly uninspired to do so.

I did finish the rest of the student feedback emails this morning, but since they were due Tuesday night I can't feel very virtuous about that.

Hi Sean!

t kermit waves @ Sean

{{{{{Drew}}}}}

B-Movie Bastards

Always a good for a laugh.

I can't feel very virtuous about that.

I wouldn't say that! The fact that you have kept going with the class in the midst of everything is amazing.

Sean has disappeared out back to take a call. I shall pass along your Kermit-wave when he returns.

Smack him on the ass too, tell him it was from me. It's hard to give a man a reach around from 151 miles away.

Oh, as usual, dear.

Smack him on the ass too, tell him it was from me. It's hard to give a man a reach around from 151 miles away.

But if anyone on earth could do it, is there any doubt it'd be you?

Smack him on the ass too, tell him it was from me. It's hard to give a man a reach around from 151 miles away.

But if anyone on earth could do it, is there any doubt it'd be you?

I was thinking almost the same thing.