So the truth is, I don't want to think about, much less blog about, juice. And I've felt under the weather. And frankly I've been moping the last couple of days because the revelation that we have about a snowball's chance of having our daughter home in 2012 is hitting me and I've just been having little crying fits between getting fingerprinted for the fifth time and writing over $1000 worth of checks as I redo yet more paperwork.
So the fact that I am going to the Created for Care conference tomorrow really could not have come at a better time. My plane leaves in ten hours. I should probably pack.
See ya next week.