I wrote the I’m Done post and now I’m posting away at unprecedented levels.

I don’t understand myself at all. But I don’t see that as a problem.

Every day above ground is a good day, and every creative act no matter how tortured or tentative is a blessing.

I’m thinking of the tortutentative wind vid and the number of comments it elicited. (I did remove a bunch of duplicates by the complaining guy.)

In addition to the digital flooding I also took care of a bunch of family business today, and even left voice mail for the naturopath … with time left over for dinner at the new truckstop curry restaurant with the Lady and my last remaining SandRock friend.

Pre-Tuesday-proper, I was super proud of that truck tarping post because it pulled research together in an accessible spot rather than dumping notes into a black hole of text files, never to be seen again. Good job, Alex, you old coot.’

I have some other things moving toward the front burner as well. But for now let me leave you with the esteemed opinion of Robert Durden, who has not graced us with a real video in many a month, but who thankfully can’t quit the Twitters anyway.