Here's a picture of my kids in true form. My dad called a few days ago to reason with me, saying he understands that I might not write something everyday, but the least I could do is post a new photo. I promised I'd try, for his sake. From his perspective, a blog should be nothing more than an online photo album with longer captions and I'm sure that he thinks the poetry is totally useless, so I'm kind of surprised he hasn't complained sooner than this. I've been nursing my husband through a nasty fever the past few days, so I have had even less time than usual. But, luckily, I haven't heard anything more about fish dying. The guilt I feel is almost unbearable, you just don't know... Poor fish.