A poem from my husband.

There is grass under the swings.
There is grass under the seesaw.
There is a bird's nest on the slide.
Testing is more important than childhood.

Happy New Year

After a long and frustrating December, I'm back.  We're in the middle of a computer upgrade that should be finished in a day or so (knock on wood).  After that blogging should recommence with commentary, war stories, reviews and maybe even a bit of comedy.  Maybe.   Looking forward to seeing you then.