Kinda. It's been a mad, mad, mad week. All nonessential activities have been languishing. Sorry; I know there has been a lot of this recently. I hope it's not permanent. Eventually the pressure will build up in my skull and I'll have only three choices:
  1. Write again
  2. Self medicate (tequila-yabba poppers work best I find)
  3. Go postal
Option 3 above is presented with apologies to reader and good friend Hose-B. I can't be blamed that this phrase has entered the popular lexicon.

-Will