Well as you can imagine, every time I read something about the health care package about to emerge, my head gets that much closer to exploding. Said by a person who thinks our health care system does need some serious attention.   Just mostly not the kind that is coming out of Congress lately.

But I promise the relative quiet here is not me storming off sulkily.  I suppose my absence is healthcare-related though — we’ve a perky little GI virus hopping about the family.  Not a bad little guy, mild, short-lived, even agrees to appear in the early hours, before interested siblings are up and about and interfering with clean-up and quarantine efforts.  No complaints here.

Meanwhile, registration is open for the Catholic Writer’s Conference.  Highly recommended: It is free, and there are helpful people who will work with you regardless of your skill-level.   You can participate as much or as little as you want, and then purchase the transcript of the proceedings so that you can sit-in on missed classes at your leisure.    SuperHusband insists I go, even though I’ve done virtually no writing since I left off on my project from last year’s conference.  So I will.  A wife doesn’t argue about these things.