How you know you’ve been married twenty-five years: She drives you crazy when she’s there; you go crazy when she’s not. Katie is on the road with some girlfriends this week, and I’m only slightly at loose ends. Which means I may not be posting as much as usual for the next few days. (Did I hear Warren say phew? How many times does a Catholic blogger have to write about David Foster Wallace, anyway? Once? Twice? Enough already!)I’m not going dark, the way Renée Walker did last night on “24,” but there may be a certain graying-out. Not to worry, though. Frank has the conn, and to judge by this morning’s post, we’re still flying straight.
