Hey. The fog of early infancy, I am in it. There is a lot of baby vomit on everything, but we are otherwise okay. I am also working on a post for you, for reals.
Meanwhile, please allow me to introduce an old friend of mine, finally blogging. I’m happy she is, because she’s smart and funny and generally a kick in the pants. And I’m sorry she is, because I bet she wouldn’t be if she weren’t having trouble getting knocked up and if her mother weren’t terrifyingly unwell. (That was the subject of my very last communication with my mother. How you like them apples?)
Without further ado, allow me to present The Common Ostrich. Go say hi now, y’all.