I feel like Uma Thurman, buried alive in “Kill Bill, Vol 2,” busting out of her wooden coffin and straining to the surface. Hello, I’m still alive. Haven’t been posting anything for a while. But my existance continues.

For the past six weeks, i’ve been totally immersed in responsibilities related to our denomination’s bienniel conference. We’ve got 920 people coming, far more than expected, totally over-running our facility and spreading out over six other hotels. This is the first time we’ve done a convention this way…and it seems to be a wee bit popular.

So anyway, I’ve had plenty of things to write about, but time only to think about them, not actually write them. My life for the past six weeks has consisted of designing all manner of promotional materials–brochures, reports, nametags, handouts, Powerpoint slides, mounted posters, DVD labels, and anything else that needs a graphic designer’s touch. Plus, I’ve written lots of stuff, and edited everybody’s reports.

Poor, poor me. At least I’m getting paid for this. Lots of other people are working tirelessly as volunteers, in addition to their day jobs. We’ve got some really good people. I look forward to getting better acquainted.

But for now, I need to burrow back into the earth. But I’ll emerge for good in a few days, and I’m sure I’ll have some incredibly profound–not!–things to waste bytes on.