Cusp

Just the annoying drip, drip, drip of my nose to keep me company this evening, a pitiful dribble set against the stream of rain in the dark, wet Seattle winter. It's been over a month, hasn't it? With a trip to San Francisco and the eventful passing of time in-between. You'd think I'd know better than to wander so far away without a compass.

No, this is not one of those. Thanks to the dual gods of Flu and Cold, it will be a small while more. But when I get back, I'll be back for quite a stretch. It's time to erase lines and blow out seams. For now, it's only time to erase time and blow out mucus.

Thanks for the good thoughts. Look for me again before the end of the month, and we'll see what we can find.