Just when you thought it was safe to get back on the Web ...

Thank you, thank you. It's good to be back.

Summer greetings to one and all, and a belated Happy Father's Day to the dads out there.

I appreciate how my girls celebrated me yesterday - breakfast at Bob Evans, Orioles tickets for Friday night, and a "Best Dad - hands down" t-shirt.

I give props to my mom, who gave my dad the best card - to paraphrase it, it read "Today is your special day. I'm OK with that, because the other 364 are for me."

Since last I blogged, I became an uncle. Isabella Paige is 10 days old today; Karen and Dimitry are proud parents. I look forward to spoiling / corrupting her as often as possible.

School's out for the summer - please click here for a musical interlude (enjoy, Karch). While I can't say that I have nine weeks off (well-deserved, I might add) like a classroom teacher, I do have Fridays off in exchange for a working a longer Monday-Thursday week. There are no kids around and it's not so bad. This week, I'll be at three meetings off-campus, and then back at school on Thursday to fold report cards and stuff envelopes. Contain your jealousy.

A few shout-outs before I have to get moving:

To Dennis, a loyal blog follower who lobbied for its return - have a restful day and an uneventful surgery. We'll see you soon.

To Laura, the president of the Eastern Shore blog fan club - we have your keys on the Crocs keychain.

To Sean, a person with a pure sunshine disposition- yes, I'll call you for golf; no, I'm not coming to camp.

Until later -

Marty