There comes A Time

There comes a time in the life of every writer when, not matter how little inclined, in the name of human decency and health, some efforts must be made at cleaning.

With my faithful friend, squirrel, and what appears to be a… nutria or maybe a chinchilla (the cats are obviously off camera) I am engaged in that at the moment. (Indy is probably disassembling the vacuum as I type this, judging by… sounds.)

Do not be alarmed by massive cloud of dust rising from not-Colorado. It’s just me d...