it was vacation

It has been vacation for a long time now, and I am forgoing the impulse to apologize to the great internet god of discipline about being away from my self-serving duty to "blog" (funny sounding verb, no? blogo, blogas, blogat, blogamus, blogatis, blogunt). (Blogunt? That one is fun!)

In any case, it is today that I am here; let me reflect on today.

Good. All done.

I read a worthy book last year, just week ago, called Eats, Shoots, Leaves. Brilliant! I know that I have reached grammar geek heaven! I have the un/fortunate dis/advantage of having been raised by a grammar perfectionist who would correct library books and magazines routinely. I counldn't continue a story with "wut" in place of "whhhhat" (emphasis on the aspiration), being stopped again and again to correct "to whhhhom" and other such horribly annoying practices for whhhich I am actually quite grateful now, now that I am so wise! Ergo, I was so tickled to find and read - cover to cover - with great relish - a book about the little bits of ink that we put all over our english. We don't agree on some of it, but then again, I am glad that we do not have an academy anglaise (not a sauce!), but it would be nice not to see so much punctuation slaughter!

And now, off - to the ice and snow - calling, outside.