So I managed to start things back up again here, if only a measly post a day. I’m going to ease myself back into the normal posting output, much like how a crotchety old man will ease into his favorite Barcalounger - you know the one: has the wooden recliner handle on the side with the worn finish, and duct tape on the arm rest.

So this SSB is merely a warning/promise, and don’t blame me for the title. I asked the wife for a word and that’s what she came up with. She is class.

[current listening: Tsunami Bomb - The Definitive Act]