Okay, so those who read Weekend Update 2009 know that I've been caring for my ailing mother. In June, she fell off her porch and broke her back in two places (T2 and T5). She also broke her left arm. She's on the mend, so last night, I became a Ghost Hunter. I was invited to join one of the VA divisions of TAPS and investigate a local legend, Major Graham's Mansion, the result of my Vice Presidency of another local ghosthunter club. I didn't meet any beasties, ghoulies, or things that go bump in the night. One rap in response to a request, one cold spot, and the scent of roses that, upon further investigation, turned out to be a cleverly hidden Glade product. Oh well. BUT I'm back in the game of life with Mother on the mend. Hello, fellow AW'ers!