You'd better read up

If you're tired of reading about me and how I trip old ladies on the subway staircase in NYC so I can catch the train, you can read about the mister.  Really, though, I split this blog in two but I didn't expect people to abandon the other side.  It is required reading, you know. Even if you don't catch every pecuniary nuance, you can still get the gist of whether progress is being made or whether grade is going retro.

And like I said - this time, as a special treat, it's not even about me, it's about what the other cash-slinger in my family is doing while I'm doing mundane things like trying to clean up my desk.  I'd post a link, but some of you will remember that I said a few weeks ago I'd do it.  Guess what - I didn't do it.  But guess what again - it's now nearly done.  Pics or it didn't happen (and it's happening - so the pics will be forthcoming.)

Edit:  I see now that I said more than a month ago that I would do it.  That's how long it takes to get disgusted with myself and start ripping and tossing papers and removing geologically carbon date-able layers of dust from my desk.