So, remember when I flew to San Antonio? I took one or two hundred pictures. Of the pool, the lifeguards, my jelly beans. I was a little tipsy, so, sure, most of them were lame, but pictures were taken. And I was totally going to share them with you, but as soon as I went to upload them to my computer, I realized my memory card reader had sprouted legs and wandered off into the great unknown. And, naturally, my camera’s USB cord is packed away in a tiny little storage unit that fits a surprising number of boxes, none of which I felt the need to label so I have no idea what’s in any of them. I’m likely to open eighteen boxes of books before I find what I’m looking for. So, until I find one or the other, you’ll just have to be patient.