I’ve really always hated stores with signs that say “Pardon Our Dust.”  First of all, “dust” is what cakes the average person’s ceiling fan.  It’s soft and gray and innocuous and appears out of nowhere, like heaven’s droppings.  Dust is not what you have during a major remodel–that’s debris.  Second of all, you aren’t really being asked to pardon the dust, because the dust (or debris, as the case may be) isn’t really the problem.  The real problem is the massively inconvenient destruction going on which means that you can’t find whatever it is you were looking for in the first place.  If signs were honest, they’d say “We’re trying to say something nice and innocent, in the hopes that you’ll step around the giant piles of garbage and still give us your money.”

Well, the nice thing about owning a blog instead of owning, say, a Gap, is that in the midst of a major remodel, I am producing neither dust NOR debris.  That’s not to say that there isn’t inconveniencing going on, but it’s of the minor, not the massive, type.  If you’re here looking for my personal ramblings about myself and my four wack-a-doo children, I’ve moved my personal blog back to my previous residence here.  (Don’t ask me why; it’s inexplicable.  Except for this post, in which I try to be slightly explicable.)

This website is in the process of becoming something book-related.  Book reviews?  Of course.  Lists of what I’m currently reading?  Naturally.  Stuff that sets me apart from the fourteen billion other book blogs?  The jury’s out on that one, but we’ll try.  It’ll take a little bit to be up and running, but in the meantime, I hope you’ll excuse my blog.  But not my dust.  That dust is all yours.