Whoa

Still here. Hang in there. Way too much going on, internally and externally, to talk at any length here.

Kitwich apparently has a phobia about giant stacks of cardboard boxes, so I am having to attend to her a bit more than usual. Which is a baldfaced lie. She would like it if I did that.

In reality, we are both running about a little freaked out. But it's good. I think. I mean, apart from the whole running around freaked-out part.

Um. Yeah. Coffee.

Read the pickles if you need light entertainment. Lizbon's Heavy Shit Show will return at its regularly scheduled place and time. As soon as I figure out what those are.

Oh c'mon, just pretend you're watching Fox and trying to guess when they'll air Firefly.