Well, my pencil broke, which was one of Dorothy Parker's favorite excuses for not writing, and if it's good enough for Dottie then it's good enough for me. On the other hand, she was better at writing than I am, so I guess I should either come up with an excuse of my own or think of a much better one than the pencil broke. It's been a slow month, folks, and I do have something on the griddle; it's just taking much longer than I thought to finish the damn thing. Life, as it is wont to do, tends to get in the way. But something is in the works, that I promise. I just can't promise when it'll get here.