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So, here's the deal. My Aunt Flo is visiting. No, really. I have an aunt. Her name is Florence Emma. She's sitting on my couch. You're all enthralled, I can tell. As a result, I'm taking a slight, slight, miniscule break from blogging. In that I will put up a post later Thursday. We're being sociable at the moment and it's hard to blog. Plus I spent a few hours cleaning the house Wednesday. That's how I prepare for a visit from Aunt Flo: Nesting.

UPDATE: Spouses need a little love, too . For those that don't know, my wife is studying here to be a physician assistant. Many of the students will wake up, get out of bed, and go to school 39 more times this semester, including Saturdays and Sundays. A lot can happen in 39 days. It's about half the length of an NHL or NBA playoff season. Then there's a year of rotations before graduation in May of 2012. They haven't asked me to speak at commencement yet, but we all know that's coming shortly. Here, I offer my hypothetical words of questionable wisdom. Tell people to wear sunscreen. You will have more theoretically important roles in your careers. Some of you will slice and dice in neuro surgery. Others will happily work with underserved populations or with children. Whatever the case and whatever the job, wearing sunscreen is just good advice . It's cheap and we know the benefits are numerous. Tell people to wear sunscreen. Beyond that, I don't have much t...

Put down your Pop Tart. Or banana or whatever your breakfast food of choice happens to be. I mean, the name of the blog is "Good morning from Maine," so there has to be a morning post for you to read. You have to trust me on the food thing. Living in Maine presents unique food opportunities. Or names, at least. It really is a slice of gastronomical heaven. Locally made ice cream shops abound. If you have ice cream, you'll want jimmies on them (sprinkles). But what to eat before that? Simple. Lobster. Roar! Let's shoot hoops. That's what everybody wants when they come to visit Maine. I tolerate lobsters. You wouldn't know it by my lobster-on-it license plate , but I don't particularly like lobster or seafood of any kind. Go ahead. Throw things at me, virtually. (Note to Steve Jobs: There ought to be a way to do that on iPad3). We make our lobsters seem cute here.  We picture them smiling. We have stuffed animals of them. Our local basketball team is called ...