I've been scarce for the past few months. (Duh.) The short list of reasons includes: family calendar (a project prolonged by the last flailing gasps of an elderly OS laboring under the weight of Photoshop); Little League; and "life", the analog version. I had to banish myself from Web surfing for at least a month just to finish the calendar, and I've been too busy to get back here and clean things up. At least now my online presence resembles my real-life office -- a space in serious need of decluttering.
General update: The Goose is in Hardy Boys book fifty-something, The Boy has fallen in love with a girl at preschool, and The Flea is along for the ride, as usual.
