Yes, yes, I was just getting back into posting twice a week, and then BOOM. Nothing for two weeks. Ugh.

The holy days are done and they went just fine, so there's a chunk of time every week that I'm getting back, and that is great.

We went to Pagosa Springs and did pretty much nothing for four days, and that was also great.

There are all sorts of other great things, too, but it is kind of hard to think about them right now, because a week ago we lost our sweet boy, Bruce.  The sixteen-year-old cockatiel who had laser-like poop shooting accuracy and also had the uncanny ability to make a chirp sound like a smart ass comment at just the right time.

He loved to whistle super long musical themes using the Andy Griffith song as a base.

He loved sunflower seeds and millet and would refuse almost everything else.

He would scream bloody murder when he heard his dad come home, until his dad came into his room and said hello.

He loved little kids and would cluck and coo at anyone who was less than four feet tall.

He was beautiful and ferocious and I never knew how empty our house would be without him.

Our hearts hurt.

Good grief, this one's rough.