I'm not dead yet.

He says he's not dead.

Tetricus asked, "Is this blog dead?"

No, but after 3½ weeks, it's beginning to smell that way. There have been a few distractions in my personal life.

After our offer on a house was accepted in mid-August, we experienced a stuttering escrow, a slow move, and a long time unwired. Fortunately, I didn't miss much in the wider world. It's not if the past month has seen any hurricanes, pennant races, or political news.

Coming soon: an auspicious location, timing the market, someone I won't miss, a broken mnemonic, and the secret origin of glube — plus the usual kvetching.