Where's Robbo?

I can't remember the last time I went 72 hours without posting. Sorry about that, but at the same time it's nice to know I still can.

This was a big weekend around Orgle Manor - Mrs. LMC arrived on Saturday, together with the Future ROTC Scholarship Candidate and his lovely little sister. Five kids in the house rayther puts the kybosh on anything like, you know, coherent thought. Then Sunday was the eldest Llama-ette's ninth birthday. A big gymnastics party followed by an elaborate proscuitto and shrimp pasta dinner which the gel and I cooked together. I had much to say about how the gel is growing up (which I may still say later), but then I got into a long phone conversation with my sister about Dad (more very bad news and the end is coming up fast, something else about which I may write more later). By the time everything had calmed down Sunday night I was again too wonked to write.

Yesterday should have been a normal day. But when I got into town, I learned that there had been an electrical fire in my building and it was closed for the rest of the day. Oh, darn. So I went home. I started Kingsley Amis' Lucky Jim. I took a nap. The Missus sent the gels home on the bus while she stayed at school to tutor, so I played with them. Then I took a long whirl on the treadmill. And last evening I got so hooked on Glenda Jackson and the old Elizabeth R series, recently shipped by Netflix, that it was midnight before I knew where I was.

In the meantime, it seems as if the instant I turn my back on AlGore's WorldWideWeb thingy, all hell starts breaking loose, so it'll take me a while to sort it all out.