Stay Tuned

Very suddenly I went from not having enough work on my plate to having a lot of it. Such is the life of a freelance writer. Feast, then famine, then feast. Now is a time of feasting.
It’s late Monday night and I’m going to bed. Don’t go away. Your regularly scheduled opinionated blather will recommence shortly.
In the meantime, argue amongst yourselves in the comments about love, death, war, life, god, the universe, and everything. And be nice! Don’t make me come in there with the battle axe.