Back After These Messages

70 days. Damn.

If I recall, I had cut the backlog to 20 (20!) a mere month after the birth of Clara. At the time, the backlog had slipped considerably – apparently hospitals frown on “wireless internet connectivity” around “million-dollar medical machinery.” I can understand that. Besides, in-hospital blogs probably would have read in a “you have to be here” vein – I suppose describing the couture fashion of hospital gowns can’t really hold any attention if you aren’t there to witness it. But despite the sleepless nights and the new addition to the family, I somehow managed to cut the back log from 42 to 22 in around a month.

70? Can I have a recount?

2007 will go down as one of the busiest years in my life. Aside from, you know, PROCREATING, Katie and I went through the excruciatingly long process of becoming homeowners. For every ten minute window during the day that one would previously wax poetic on which types of bagels could survive a nuclear holocaust (or something like that), one has to re-direct their efforts to browsing new home listings, making lists of wants and needs in a new property, and trying to guess the dimensions of your existing furniture from memory. And as you can see from recent posts, we have finally secured our goal by purchasing a townhouse out in Centreville. This allows me two liberties as a writer. First, I have yet another chapter of comedic material from which to draw. Secondly, I am now allowed to reverse e’s and r’s at the end of words, because that’s how you roll in Centreville.

Oh, how I love witty homeownre bantre.

And as of late, my goal is to not leave a single wall in said townhome white. We’ve adopted an ambitious painting schedule, and despite my insistence that the basement should be “midnight green,” more stylish heads have prevailed and I spend my nights high atop a ladder with a bucket full of latex floor ruiner.

But, good YABbers, hope shall soon return.

Tomorrow my wireless network will once again re-establish itself in our new place, meaning that I can post to YAB once again. (This very post you are reading was published from the vacant confines of my old pad in Fairfax Corner.) Other things will occur – like updated DtK standings, and the finest meats and cheeses for all my subjects.So I implore you, good readers. Hang in there. It’s the Christmas season.

Both Jesus and YAB are coming soon.