It's been quite a few days since I've posted, which is rare for me, so I'm just chiming in to say that no, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I pretty much went straight back into teaching the morning after my return from Vermont, and then things have been going on every night since then, along with my parents being in town through this morning. We had a belated birthday dinner at Maggiano's last night; besides the food being great, the portions are so huge that you're almost guaranteed at least two extra meals out of the leftovers (neither Mom nor I finished this time). I had also told them about my weird Sinatra dream from a while back, so they made plenty of jokes about there being pictures of "my student" on the walls.
I have a ton of posts to catch up on, which I figure will happen tomorrow while everyone is celebrating Father's Day; we, of course, pretty much glommed that onto this weekend visit.
Radio waves: My folks had that nasty New Age station (sorry, I refuse to use the term "smooth jazz" to describe it, since the only thing it has in common with jazz is the use of horns and the lack of singing) in the car last night, and the first thing up on our way to dinner was--you guessed it--the G-weasel. Since it was my birthday dinner, I asked to change the station; I went right over to KNTU, and its first artist was Mulligan. Ahh, that's much better.