The Return of the Almost Native

We just got back from our whirlwind tour of Northern California. We started in Oakland, spent a night in Sacramento, two nights in Redding, then took a gorgeous and twisty drive through the Trinity Alps to Eureka, spent the night in Eureka, and drove back today, via the Avenue of the Giants (trees, that is), the murderous road between Garberville and Ft. Bragg (it is hard to believe that this road was built because Caltrans engineers found the Lost Coast too much to handle. You would think that if they could build this stretch of Highway One, they could build anything), and the Anderson Valley (now I may have to retract my identification of Big Sur as God's Country. It is, but I forgot how stunning the Anderson Valley is).

Today I had lunch with a friend who moved to Eureka and was surprised to find that we have the same employer.

Anyway, I got home to find that I had not attached an important attachment I thought I sent out Friday (oops), and that the website had some 200+ spam pings.

I also found a request to post something about the tragedy in Florida with Terri Schiavo.

I am more than willing to post whatever is needed, although I suspect that most of my readers are quite familiar with the case, so all I can really say is "pray." I am all in favor of signing petitions, but the most important thing to do is to pray. Terri Schiavo is on the verge of being the victim of court-sanctioned murder, and I have little faith in our politicians to do anything without Divine intervention. So, ask for some Divine intervention. Ask for a lot of Divine intervention.

Anyway, lots to do, and it is getting late. More tomorrow.