There Will Be Context, But Not Today

This morning, I am hated. Storms are coming, and rooms will be cleaned; evil gatekeeper I, with the television and internet to withhold. You'd think I was keeping them from oxygen.

And I am going to work a solid six hour day, at least. Ideally more. And play my favorite game, which is get my clients to pay me so I can pay my bills. Of course, now that I've decided this, we will most likely lose power and have dramatic amounts of rain. I can already hear the thunder; rain is falling gently n...