The Fredösphere

Let the blogging resume!  I took a break as my dear wife's cancer recurred and I needed to focus on the basics.  Please don't be too hurt by what I am about to say, but:  feeding silly links to my faithful readership just doesn't count as a basic.

It's funny how a crisis brings clarity.  I lost my concern for blog traffic.  More astoundingly, my musical ambition became a second-tier concern, as it should.  Thus, I haven't felt the need to crow about the commission I received back in November. 

Well, not until now anyway.  When I received the phone call from Ben Cohen, who directs the Vocal Arts Ensemble of Ann Arbor, I was naturally pleased, but hardly giddy.  I calmly thanked him, then explained that my wife was just home from the hospital after her second brain surgery in three weeks and a life-threatening case of bacterial meningitis, and that a nurse was in my home waiting to train me to administer in-home intravenous antibiotics.  He graciously cut the conversation short and gave me the details later ... which I will pass on to you ... later.

I recall how the wife of Glen Reynolds of instapundit.com stopped being the "Instawife" and starting being "Helen" once she spent time in the hospital.  Likewise, I can't see myself calling Julie the "Wifeösphere" anymore.  She's cancer-free as far as we know, although naturally her risk is much higher now that she has had one recurrence.  She's taking some newer drugs which we hope will keep her healthy.  Meanwhile, her recovery from her operation and the meningitis has been slow, with some symptoms not going away as quickly as they should.  We continue to covet your prayers.

I plan to blog only when I have the material to justify a post, which I suspect will be once or twice a week.  Hey, daily posting is so 2004 anyway, no?

Before I go, here's one morsel that my buddy Victor found:  the Complaints Choir.  As you can see, it's an international phenomenon.  I will enter fully into the spirit of the thing by observing that their singing and musical arrangements suck.