As if I have time to blog for free anymore. Now I get to rush the crowds in downtown DC and sit my ass in a windowless room all day with my legs all badly crossed under me until they hurt so bad I limp around the building and get paid to blog, and even edit other people's blog posts. Somehow it always sounded glitzier when I imagined it under this blog's influence...if only I could earn money to dance.

By the way, once a very bad walker indeed, Sira now runs his way to everything. No more laying down on U street. The stroller sits in a shed. Miracles keep happening.