Sometimes it feels like Lowe is on a never-ending battle against Mexican bacteria. The latest fight is against some sort of crazy thing called Impetigo. He’s got one nasty looking sore scab above his eye at the moment. I hate to say he’s always sick, because he goes around as if nothing is wrong all the time, but man would it ever be nice if for once he didn’t have a runny nose, a sore, a rash, a whatever.

The boat has been completely neglected lately as I, along with my co-author Nick, have been fully involved in all the details of wrapping up our new book, Live on the Margin. The day we put this thing to bed and unleash it on the world will be a happy day indeed. Wow, that sentence makes it sound like billions of people are waiting on pins and needles for this. Really though we’d settle for a million.