Then You Realize, Life Gets In Your Eyes . . .

With apologies to Kern and Harbach, yes, sometimes smoke, or, in my case, life, gets in your eyes. I'm not without my love, thank god, but a number of out-of-the-ordinary matters and events have drifted, smoke-like, into my face and kept me from my usual blogging routine. (Have managed to maintain my other writing routine, the one that, in theory, will produce a new book.)

All of which has nothing to do with anything earth-shattering or even particularly relevant. Now: back to life-as-usual. I hope.