It's Better in Wyoming.

Not much happening here at the blog lately.  My apologies, I suppose, for not bothering to maintain a better accounting of my time and efforts over the past several months. For now, just a quick thought: It's odd what small things remind me of Mom.  Last night, as Maggie and I were hungry without a good plan for dinner, we ended up with hamburger gravy and rice.  That brought back memories of Mom at the cast-iron skillet, working to get the flour to brown just right--a skill I never fully appreciate until sometime in college, when I tried to put my own hand to the task.