I'm Really Sorry, Guys

First, I was moving over a couple of weeks' worth of entries from dland to here, so if you're using a reader and getting the RSS feed, they all show up as new entries. But they're not, they're old entries. This is my only actual new entry of the day.

Second, of all the entries I moved, the one I forgot to put the right date on right away was the entry I wrote a couple of hours after Q died, which actually happened in late April. So for an hour or so, it looked like that was today's entry. For those of you who sent your sympathies, thank you; they are no less appreciated even though some time has passed. For those of you who knew this was a past event, you probably thought I was crazy, but no, just careless. It's all fixed now.

Unfortunately, I guess this will happen whenever I copy entries over. It was not a terrible procedure, just a little time-consuming, and I decided to do it from now back, instead of starting at the beginning. (Although I did do my first few entries last weekend, when I figured out how to do it.) So now I'm good back through about the middle of this past April.

In today's news, happy father's day to those to whom it applies. My husband spent the entire day working in the backyard, and didn't come in until it was almost time for us to leave for R's and then from there, for dinner. I had no idea what time we were going to go, if he had called his father anywhere in there (he hadn't; we called him before we went out), or what. I didn't even get to wish him a happy father's day until he came in around noon or so. What can I say. He is a strange guy.

The countdown resumes tomorrow for the end of the school year. Can't come too soon for me.

watching Reba :: entry #1499