Is it live, or is it Dogmental?

Paused just now, while putting away the dishes, because I thought I heard one of my children calling me from elsewhere in the house; turned out it was just the mournful trombone entrance in the Andy Biskin record on the radio. That's a good band.

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This blog's title was chosen ironically; I knew when I opened up this wing of the manse that I wouldn't have the energy to post at more than one place regularly. I'm putting this notice up as a teaser for you / threat for me that within a week or so, er, little while, I intend to write a thing explaining why I've been absent from there, and everywhere, for a month, and why the last month has been so extraordinary for me. (I know, I know, you can hardly wait.)