Today I lost a tooth

When Carlyle said that history writes the times of happiness in transparent ink, I don't think he had ever met a slacking writer. I've many tales to tell, accompanied by illustrative photos, but little gumption to lay them on this page.

But I finally sent out almost all of my Christmas cards out and am cleaning out my nest in order to lay some new eggs. I waver between accumulating tasks, junk, and detritus of the Undone and merciless purging.

Let the cartoons begin!

Ps. What ever happened to Joe Hunt and the Billionaire Boys Club?