incommunicado sons

So Frank's new landlord failed to tell him that he was in the middle of a dispute with the power company. He's been without electricity since soon after he moved in. I don't exactly know how he managed to send me that one message: did he pay the exporbitant rates at an internet store (five dollars for a few minutes, when I did it), or did he go to a friend's house?

Anyway, he's moving on the first, which is also when he has to sign up for classes, and I suppose I'll be hearing more from him after that.

My babies are dandy and I've lost a quarter of the weight I'd gained since Ted died.

And my dog is not pining. Much.

And Emma is recovering nicely from her surgery.

Nothing new on the writing front, but I'm percolating.