After a long, hot, dry journey through the wastelands of the internetless. What can I say? My Dad’s internet provider is a hound of Hell and his service is complete and utter unwashed, dirty pants. Even now, everything is slow and clunking like my thought processes before coffee.
I’m trying to catch up but there’s a lot to do. If you’ve contacted me recently about anything at all, please accept my apologies and bear with me while I work my way through the backlog.