I’ve been on call since 10 AM Friday morning.  Due to network issues, I missed a good deal of sleep that night because our overseas crew could not support the environment—so they paged me some five hours after I finished my first shift.  I then handled our architecture for another 18 hours before going off-line, only to find myself back at the helm a mere five hours later.

I missed my godson’s birthday party, an unexpected vexation that cursed me at the last minute.  My chores remain uncompleted.  I need to spend time with The Kids, but no such time is available.  Work on my novels requires attention.

Hell, I’ve not eaten lunch yet today.

The point is this: Despite what I planned to do, all I can offer under present circumstances will be a few tidbits here and there, perhaps a photo or two, perhaps some rummaging about the mental attic for a shiny bobble to distract your attention, but that’s it—if even that.

My apologies for this disruptive mayhem.