I'm still mired in house-buying and moving problems. Somehow, I'm writing four days a week nonetheless. And if I get the house I made an offer on, I have a month of mostly outdoor work to do in order for it to not be the house no one wants to look at on that nice block of houses!
I'm mostly posting this to say I'm still alive, still writing, and I'll be back to more interesting posts when life itself is LESS interesting. Isn't there a Chinese curse about that...?