Article copyApologies for the lapse that wasn't meant to last but lasted more than expected and therefore shall not last any longer than it was formerly supposed to (last, yes).
It was brought to my attention that we entered the Year of the Monkey which, unfortunately (at least for this year), is not my sign. This means that, like the rest of you who were not born in 1920, 1932, 1944, 1956, 1968, 1980, 1992 and 2004, I have to fight my way through this year like a big guy, despite the repeated assaults of a vexatious Fate and without the benevolent protection of the Stars (yeah, and Stripes too).
If you believe in this kind of mystical justifications for the less elegant "sh* happens", of course.
I have to kick (that is with a "C" and a "K") the monkey's ass a bit more, but general bubbling and other kinds of monkey spanking shall resume pretty soon. Thank you for your patience.
And oh, the situation on the email answering front is next to catastrophic. Starting to look like a... Vietnam Quagmire®.
Okay, it's way past catastrophic.
But don't you despair. I'll get over it before the next year of the Sheep, for sure.