Updates.

Hope you are all doing well. It's that hellish time of year when it gets dark at about 4 PM, and the leaves flutter their way to a silent death. This is the worst time for me, because I know that between now and December 21, it's a spiral to the shortest day of the year. Feh.

Grandma Charron passed away. She was 95 and lived a long, healthy life. She had an aneurysm and died about 11 hours later, which was a blessing. That's my last grandma, or grandpa.

My brother John and his wife are expecting a baby in the spring, which is exciting. I can only hope for a girl, as I'm SICK of all the boys in this family. Another feh.

The Michelle Gardner-Quinn thing has settled down. There will probably never be any resolution to where she was killed, but CSI people were crawling at the two houses on the corner of South Union and Spruce Street for 3 days (Mrs. Jarret's and the Hydes', for you old school Burlington-ers). The "suspect" was working construction at both houses and they must have picked up her scent in that area. Blech.

Go see "Borat". It is deeply offensive, obnoxious, and pee-your-pants hilarious. NICE!