The Sadwork

Morning me flies so sunset me can crawl

Lucky The Cat helps out as I sort, shift and reprice scads of cassette tapes

I feel like this one may end up being more preface than story, but some disclaimers are in order up front.

First off, anything I say in the following paragraphs about a “normal day” should be taken with the ass end of a grain of salt.  You know this if you’ve been here for long.  I have normaler days now than at pretty much any time in my life so far, but when I pass out after dinner and wake up at 1am, all these pretty analytics go out the window.