bq withdrawal
I miss Berek. And I don't just mean his superb dishwashing abilities.

It's just sooooo quiet around here. Meals are pretty subdued now--no stream of chatter about PoMo theories and who said what about whom in blogland. It's weird not hearing a unique mix of opera, 70s pop, country and techno-dance tunes pouring down the stairwell from the third floor.

Claire keeps trying to have raspberry competitions with us. It's a skill bq tried to cultivate in her. :-) That and waving her arm like Eminem.

I mostly feel sad that bq only got to know me when I was totally stressed out and coming apart at the seams.