"It was the best of times, It was the worst of times"

The old bitch of an Englich teacher made me memorize that line, but now I am grateful. A lot of stuff some old woman pounded into my head turned out to be a good thing, it only took me hundreds of years to realize it. So god bless a lot of those old goats who did the right thing for a bunch of teenagers that would take thirty years to be greatful. Now, to the subject. Sitting here at Erin's computer Lord Kadizzle is thinking about Erin having the best of times, and the worst of times. Erin has one of the best offices in the world. At her own house she gets to sit right where I am sitting and work. Anytime she wants she can raise her head and look out the window into the forest of the Rocky Mountians. A lot of people would kill for this view. Once in a while a fox, some elk, deer, or maybe even a bear go by. Hard to beat.

The worst of times. Erin is in the final stages of her fourth major hospital stay in her life. Thank god she is doing fine. For the third time she was split open from her strenum to below her belly button. The classic emergency incision when they are not sure what they are looking for. Each of her mishaps involved exteme pain for hours.

Now we head through four months of tension, waiting for a baby. May the best of times prevail. On a sunny morning at 8,500 ft above sea level there is a lot of hope.