After a (five-day) weekend at Mom 2.0 in New Orleans, my op-ed on the school cafeteria chocolate milk ban running in today’s Wall Street Journal and @#$@ WordPress repeatedly crashing while I attempted to post about how I’d thought my left hand appeared on “The Daily Show” (to come, when we fix the problem), this is all I’ve got today:
A poem I bought from a man with a typewriter, at midnight on Saturday night, on Frenchmen Street in the French Quarter.
I had to look up Gustav Klimt.
More on NOLA, Mom 2.0, the French Quarter and then some, um, when spring break is over? Maybe before. It’s hard to say.