Sympathy for the Devil

I know, I know. What's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Where's the story you promised us about meeting Jack's father, is what you're asking, isn't it, Gentle Reader?

I don't like to blog about blogging, nor do I typically write about why I'm not writing, for the same reasons that I don't write about what I had for breakfast, which is, I can't imagine that you'd be interested.

I'm making this exception because I don't want you to think that I've forgotten about you. I haven't.

What's going on is that it's the end of the semester, and my head feels like it's about to explode. Most of the time I love my students, but right now I loathe all 127 of them for handing in their end-of-term projects because it means I have to grade them!

When it's all over, and I've survived, I promise to deliver not only the story about Jack's father (And what a swell, swell man he is, by the way. Too bad he's already married.), but also to catch you up on Sparky's move to San Jose. I might even tell you who I sent flowers to today, Mother's Day.

Postmodern Sass's mother is gone, but not forgotten. Here, Sass tells her mother about her decision to move to California, then, a few weeks after the move, her mother shows up to haunt her.