Nothing to relate. I yet live, although my aged computer chair attempted to murder me by actually snapping in twain. I currently sit in a wooden dining room chair while playing solitaire – excuse me, while I’m working – and I am having Andrew Borntreger/New Orleans Worst Film Festival flashbacks: “I CAN’T….FEEL… MY ASS!!!!!”

Still awaiting that wondrous first writing check which will reinstate my broadband and buy a new, more ass-friendly chair. These things are important.