I realized I hadn’t written my blog entry for today until just now – but my reasons are honorable! I spent the evening while Scott was at poker working on my book. I have just gotten past the section where my grandfather is in prison camp, and as silly as this sounds now, the material I was working with made me cry several times. It’s one thing for me to write about dying soldiers, it’s another thing to find the newspaper clipping of their obituary lovingly saved by my great-grandmother. Life has a serious side sometimes.