That's it for tonight.
When I stare at something for five minutes and think "what does this mean" it's time to pack it in. And don't think this means you. I was staring at a take out menu.
We've got 118 left to go.
We'll be done Saturday.
There will be a short hiatus for yanno...work.
Then back to pages on the first weekend.
Regular email that's been in the holding pen for three weeks will go up betwixt those two times.