There is no rest for the wicked. I am grieved to type these lines, treasured readers, but there is every chance this will be the last time I bloggy blog before Saturday at the earliest. I am weary, so very weary, and the Thursday & Friday I see before me bear the terrible aspect of being a man-killing buzzsaw. Or a sort of daily Scylla & Charybdis. I will return when I can, and with as much vim as I might muster. There is so very much I wish to recount to you, and more every day.