Gawd what a gloomy blog this has been for several months.
The point...ah, yes yes I'll have to get back to someone on that.
Rodney the BallBlaster stares and the fire flickers in the fireplace. It does not crackle because the logs are fake. But the warmth and the overall charm that a fire has is sufficient.
It is gray and quiet outside, thanks to the after-effects of the cold howling storm last night.
All is not well, nor is it ill. It is there.
