Where the hell have I been?!

Freya's Rusty Bed-springs! You get involved in gutting a store as close to the foundations as possible while still remaining in operation to rebuild it and the next thing you know, grotesque swaths of time have elapsed since you've drafted a new post. I'm appalled.

It's like poking my head up out of the trenches to discover that I'm the only living creature amidst miles of torn soil, barbed wire, and carnage.

Definitely a "Holy Frothy Fuck!" moment.

We'll see what I can do to alleviate the erratic pace.