1) Before my self-imposed hiatus, I wrote a heartfelt post about the Komen Race for the Cure in Columbus, my mom’s breast cancer scares, my own dealings with little bumpy things on my skin.

I meant every word. Except, apparently, the part about participating in the race. See, it was pretty cold and rainy in Columbus on the morning in question, and The Wife (with my agreement, he grudgingly admitted) thought standing out in the cold rain for three hours before the race even started was a lousy idea.

So I sent Komen Columbus a check instead. Um. Sorry.

2) It hasn’t been all drudgery in the newsroom. A colleague of mine, Skippy Vee, found a message board devoted to gossip about the news bidness in Pittsburgh. Wow is that fun. In general, we’re all a horrible bunch of whiney bitches in the news bidness, and this gives us license to do practically anonymously.

But the coolest thing is that someone started a thread where we could nominate the best and worst in the city. And someone — not a fucking clue who — said The Wife was among the good ones. She’s been kind of professionally bummed out recently, and it was a cool thing for her, especially, to know that someone in the bidness noticed what she’s been doing.

Awww, for Christsakes, no — it wasn’t me.

3) Our summer plans changed a bit when Phish, specifically Trey, announced that this summer’s tour would be the band’s last. Not sure what I think, except that I think I’m happy we added a third show to our schedule. Probably more on this later.

4) As far as I know, I’m still not back on Google yet. I think I’m going to post continuously until Uncle Crappy is listed again.

Or maybe not. My fingers are already tired, and I have another story to write tonight.