It’s so much harder to write things when you’ve spent the week working, worrying, and not getting home until well after dark. I’m no good to anyone on a nervous stomach, so hopefully I can throw you some news about gleeful triumph OR terrible sorrow within the next few days.

I know I don’t believe in God or karma or any of that stuff, but on the slim chance that psychic power holds a little sway in this world – and because of the X-Files, I choose to believe that it does – could everyone please hope really hard that a couple of things go our way?