Crikey! End of the Month!

It’s a gorgeous albeit unseasonally warm night here in Massachusetts, with soupy mists drifting across the quiet streets and the gentle sound of droplets pattering from leafless branches to the ground below. Several cats are watching me type– it’s possible they are more interested in their as-yet-unmaterialized dinner than in my editorializing.



I have precisely seven items of variable interest I’m doing a little gotta-go-potty dance to share, but I am still waiting on confirmation for one, and I want to do them all at once. So hang tight. Watch this space and my other spaces; I’m gonna talk as soon as I freakin’ can. Seriously. It’s all good news, at least if you like the stuff I do.

