Sorry. Genuinely miserable week, culminating in a literal bloody nightmare at The Hated Job Tuesday.

To turn the corner, looks like I may have picked up some writing work today. Here’s hoping, since somehow I wound up owing the gummint money this year. At least I managed to dodge the Mystery Cafe bullet last weekend, as the actor whose actual job that managed to get back in town to do it.

If I had the time, I’d find some YouTube thingie to amuse you, but the family demands meatloaf, and I must get cookin’.