Apologies

I'm not ignoring you--my parents are moving from their residence of 25+ years and I've been drafted into assisting them in this bleak task. (Kiss those childhood memories goodbye! Choose which treasured mementos to keep and which to toss, unceremoniously, into the dumpster! I actually found myself using one of the house's, um, porcelain facilities and thinking to myself, "Well, that may be the last time that I ever do that here." Which suddenly brought home to me the fact that too much wistfulness is a very very silly thing indeed. Regardless--) Said house is without internet access, so only at infrequent intervals can I steal away. Updates should be sketchy for about a week. Go read "The Onion" and "The Borowitz Report" instead until then...