Dancing Weatherman

Shawna just posed a question to me that I now must pose to the public at large. It’s not quite funny how we got there. You see, when I am in the midst of one of my headaches, Shawna has decided that I am roughly the equivalent of a three-year-old. I talk funny, I spill…

I made it through Germany on a ‘danke’ and a shrug. And that shrug was both acceptance and indifference. As a language of little interest to me, I made no effort to learn much German before I left, despite the fact that we would spend most of our days there, so I had to accept the…