When Randall read The Bug by Ellen Ullman, he withdrew himself and complained of how sad he felt in response to the story. I knew it was the first time (in a long time) that he had read fiction and I assumed it must’ve been a good book! I’ve heard that the protagonist is a programmer in the 1980’s, and the bug is actually referring to a bug in code. I don’t want to attempt to summarize it any further, because I haven’t read it yet. I can say that Randall does recommend it, despite his reaction.





I’m going to church tonight with my in laws and my love, who taught me all about “his Holiness”, the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I’m sure that’s what he’ll be pondering about at tonights service.

My Honeybuns and I are very different, so this concern of Randall’s comes up at times. In desperation to assure him we will always have something to enjoy together, I have offered to join a guild

