No update yesterday. I apologize. I picked Laura and Jorge (my sister and brother-in-law) at the airport, as they have a stopover here on their way back from Montana, where they were camping and hiking and avoiding being eaten by bears. Wendy stopped by for a little while to share some of the scarier eaten-by-bear/menaced-by-buffalo/etc. stories from Yellowstone. A pleasant time was had by all. Glacier sounds pretty incredible. It's one the list, although I don't know if I really want to do a lot of back-country hiking, what with them telling me the story of the last known bear fatality in the park (apparently the poor guy was relieving himself, and was caught with his pants down, quite literally).

Then Wendy and I were talking about a book project that a friend of hers is working on, and I got to read the first 10 chapters. Good chapters. Now I want to know what happens next. What happens next hasn't actually been written yet. I find this unacceptable, and as an instant-gratification sort of girl, I protested vigorously. Apparently he thought he needed a goad to make sure he got his writing done on schedule. That would be me. He has no idea what he has gotten into.

I got a slightly disturbing e-mail from a friend yesterday, saying that he/she/it occasionally censored his/her/its mail to me, as he/she/it didn't want comments from the e-mail to end up on my blog. Understandable. I won't ever quote anything that looks to be sensitive without permission, and hell, you can always make me fall back on my journalism training by marking something as off the record or not for public consumption. I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Your secrets are safe with me. So, Newton, you don't need to worry about me telling anything about that sheep-shagging phase you went through. The rash has cleared up, right?