No, we're not dead. And, no, we aren't giving up our blog. I won't bore you with a list of updates.
The only interesting update worth noting at this moment (besides Jack's ability to point out where we live AND where Uncle Steve lives on a map) is this: last week I was driving home, irritated beyond belief that I had still had about 90 essays to grade and Ed had to prepare for a (paid!) talk to Wheaton College's syncronized swimmers (yes, they need mental toughness, too). I wasn't annoyed so much that I had to grade essays, but that I knew I didn't have the time to devote the kind of work I wanted: feedback that was useful and helpful. I came home to Ed equally frustrated that he only had 30 minutes to gather his thoughts together.
Then, it hit me. Ed & I are ANNOYED that we can't give our work all that we want to. OH! Wait, this is why we have been uprooting our lives nearly every year: to be so involved and interested in what we do that we can't get enough of it. God, what a BURDEN. It's almost as if the IRS came to our house and told us they owed us $50,000, but we had to take time out of our lives to fill out a few forms to get our money back. I suck at analogies. Here's another: realizing that you are frustrated NOT because you want to be done with work, but because there's not enough hours in the day to do the kind of work you imagine is like being told you'll never gain weight and you need to sample every kind of luxurious dark chocolate in the world in less than a week. Yeah, that's more like it.
I drive home from my community college office and realize more and more that we are actually realizing what we barely imagined five years ago. I tell you, that's something.