Very little to report lately. The writing is crawling along, but since it's not likely to run or even stroll anytime soon, I can accept crawling. Been polishing off books and starting new ones. Irked by the poor command interface of Shadow of the Comet, but haven't installed Beneath A Steel Sky yet to check it out. Get to see the folks and Uncle Smitty this weekend, as well as further acquaint myself with my Kalashnikov. Life is quiet, and not often disturbed by things that could, with time, cause serious problems- yet. Everything is inevitable, though.