I printed out a bunch of old posts when I was trying to get Raising Hell started, to have a selection of content to start with. Beta found the printout yesterday and read it. She’ll read anything, like a lot of us. Kleenex boxes, toothpaste tubes, whatever’s handy.

So she read that, asking me to explain words now and then. I was hanging around in her room, reading a magazine, wondering whether I’d written anything lame, until it occurred to me, duh, 90% of what I write is lame, that’s my charm.

Anyway. She read it all. She seemed to like it. Hi, Beta, if you’re reading this. At any rate she still talks to me.

We had a Bug-like drive to school again this morning. “I bet you’re gonna blog this,” she said. “I’ll do a Bug,” I said. Real soon.