Like Sand through the Hourglass...

Well, as far as I'm concerned, nothing is actually like sand through the hourglass. It has a charm all its own.

I know that y'all (as they might say here in the great Unadilla Valley of upstate New York) have probably been worried about me over this past...month...of not posting, at all, and I thank you. I just wanted to drop a line here on the old web-log and let everyone know that I am a-okay, hunk-dorey, fine and dandy (despite any posthumous objections from the late, great George Carlin), and, in fact, copecetic.

I've been holding down a thrilling, itellectually stimulating job that really does serve the greater good of human society and advance the salvation of souls. Well, that may be a slight exaggeration. I work in a pharmaceutical packaging plant, packaging free one-month samples of the bone-health medication Actonel. "Thrilling" does not nearly begin to describe what this job is not.

Otherwise, things are going pretty well. The fam is all well and good. My brother is safely and surely "grajeeated" (another localism) from high school and preparing for his first semester at Franciscan University of Steubenville as a student of both business administration (imagine my dismay) and catechetics (imagine my pride). My sister is working more life-guarding jobs than I can count, my mother and father are fine, and my uncle is secure in his decision to sell off all of his "livestock" and focus his clothing-optional organic farming operation on the plants.

I've been watching a lot of movies in my off-time, and, on the down-low, I am "secretly" working on a project whereby, one day in the not-too-distant future, the Oblate website will magically have two fully-functioning halves, one in English, to which you are already accustomed, and one in Spanish. Shhhhh. Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm twanswating web-sites. Hehehehe. Seriously, though, it might take a while, so sit tight.

What's new with you?