Good afternoon, I'm Gwen, the worst blogger on the planet. Sorry that I will have to be your guide for today, if any of you are still out there to be guided. If it makes you feel any better, I never write in my journal any more either. This is because, I think, I'm working on other writing stuff that's using my old personal writing energy. Anyway, moving on. Again.

Alissa is having a barbeque tomorrow and it's going to be fun even if it's cold and raining. Alissa's house is always fun, and fun does not stop for weather. I am not worried. Plus, we will be decoupaging a table. (Jason, I'm sure you'll be really excited about this activity, but we can put pictures of your skydiving self on there! You'll love it.) Frank would be proud.

I moved last weekend. New house is lovely. Lovely lovely lovely. Moldy closet excepted, I couldn't be happier.

This article from The Morning News is just about the only piece I've seen resurrected from last fall -- published Nov. 10, 2001 -- that captures how I felt about two months after It and, to a lesser degree, am feeling now. It's a little dark but so very true and, ultimately, a little hopeful. Let it not be said that we pessimists can't have perspective.

H. has pointed out that we're exactly at the one-year anniversary of our vacay. A year ago today, we were in the San Juan islands. Hi, vacation. We miss you.