it’s wednesday morning, and i’ve been back in the bay area since sunday night but have been to relaxed and carefree to blog, or work, or really do anything. i spent 4 days camping at sinkyone wilderness park in nornorcal. (the bay area is technically in northern cali, but sinkyone is in *north* north cali. it’s a great place, in the middle of nowhere. not many people, and we camp right on the beach. in the lee of a cliff, about 200 feet from the ocean. i sat, i played cards, i read. i slept (a lot) and generally recharged all my batteries. i was inducted into a very strange group, known publicly as the tribal pinocchios. my wife is considering joining their women’s auxiliary group, and all seems right with the world. then this morning, i surf over to geekychick and read this and my whole morning just about crumbles. i’ve lost 2 aunts, an uncle and almost lost my father to cancer in the last 10 years, and i know all too well what she’s going through. i read something a long long time ago, that said “a whole is that which has a beginning, a middle, and an end.” and for some reason i took a great deal of comfort in that. i don’t know if it will provide any comfort to any of my non-existant readers, but if not, i’m sorry. and courtney, i’ll pray for you & for joe.

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