Marjorie finally got her bon-bon-eatin' ass off the couch and found a job. Actually, it looks like I'm going to be her dependent, because they're rushing an employment pass through for her. She'll be working at an international school very near our house; they had her in for a few days volunteering this week, and almost immediately offered her a class -- starting next Monday! She's going to have three kids from Japan, one from Korea, one from Norway, and one from the US. Two or three of them speaka no Engrish -- that should be interesting.

I too have a contract now to look over and sign. Our uncertain situation is gradually getting resolved, thankfully. I have been very, very busy at work; we have to scrape together a demo in a very short period of time; I'm polishing up my tap shoes for certain parts of it.

Mr. Rogers is dead. Some of my earliest memories were of watching his show. While it wasn't my absolute favorite as a kid, as I grew older I grew to realize what a class act this man was. It's a sad, sad day in the neighborhood.