Sorry, I Can’t Come Out To Play
Fear not gentle readers this blogging lull is only temporary. For good and ill the work hours have been long and crushing. It’s a big mountain. The summit is still far off above the cloud line and my Sherpas are in desperate need of some social tact and enduring material discipline.

Obviously, the last thing I want to do with afforded downtime is continue typing on keys and further sizzle my retinas on the blaze from monitors. So until someone develops Teleblogging ™, where I can just slap a stylesheet on my thoughts, the blog does suffer.

For some totally unexplainable reason, the home Hi-Fi seems to be stuck on a constant rotation of Journey’s Greatest Hits and a celebration of the entire Tangerine Dream catalog. Weird times.