Wipes off dust

So, um, life kinda exploded on me in the middle/end of January.

I'm safe and reasonably healthy. No one is dead, in jail, or the hospital.

But said Event wiped out my metaphorical spoons and tucked my literal ones into storage. I'm currently staying with my partner Fox, his brother, and their roommate. And their cat, who is indifferent to most goings on.

I've been vaguely around, and will probably continue to be so until life sorts itself out.