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I am sitting on my pile of pillows (in an attempt to make the computer area "ergonomic") trying to think of something suitably epic for my first entry into my first blog of this terribly ephemeral medium.

And nothing is coming to mind.

If I look just slightly to the right of the monitor... I see that the bush in the driveway is blooming and that it is raining outside and the morning stretches before me like small vacation. Mountain View and the 14 small boys whom I will see this afternoon for Dinosaurs and Dragons (and the 2 brave girls) seem so far away right now.

The wild rose that is coming over the fence is covered with pink bundles, and the bottle brush shrub has its new red mantle.