This article from the Guardian has got to be one of the most depressing things I’ve read in a long time.  I certainly feel sympathy for these people, though it does put elements of my own life into perspective:  Life without hope: America’s child prisoners. That this article was published on a British news service provides in interesting perspective on the issue.

It's official: I am, indeed, quite, quite mad.

As of this morning, I am officially a Municipal Liaison for National Novel Writing Month.  Fortunately, I won’t be the only one, so I won’t have to shoulder this madness on my own.

Wish me luck.