Aching

I just spent four unannounced days incommunicado -- and thanks greatly to Patrick to picking up the slack here while I was gone. My sweetie has a house in Woodstock; she's rented it out for several years, but the tenants recently left. She's also been paying several hundred dollars a month to store stuff pulled out of her parents' house -- her mom died a few years ago. So we loaded up a UHaul truck full of this stuff, drove it up to Woodstock, unloaded half into another (and much cheaper) storage facility there, booked most of the rest into her attic -- and then worked like dogs fixing the myriad problems that have arisen in seven years of renting the house out, like lights that don't work, rooms that need to be repainted, faucets that leak, and the detritus left by the last time the deck was repaired (the workmen apparently figured that the best way to dispose of rotting timbers with rusty nails poking out was to heave them over the fence into the woods). We're talking four 9 to 1AM days, I'm 5 lbs lighter and ache all over, but it certainly makes a change from sitting in front of the computer all day. But I will assiduously return to updating the site, and also deal with the seven million emails in my inbox, and try to prepare the next tranche of stuff for Nightfall: Bloodlines. Which, incidentally, is now live on Facebook.