So it seems that fall and winter for me, and quite frankly for everyone else, is when every disease decides its time to do some spreading. In November, I had what was assumed to be a cold that nearly had me stranded in Colorado due to the fear the pressure change on the flight might destroy my ears. And then come December, just in time for New Year's, came down with some that the doctor's couldn't make up their minds if it was Covid or the Flu. Anyway, that seems to be done, for now at least. I will admit during my fever induced deliriums I had debated throwing my hands up at these writing projects and leaving them abandoned much the way of the Lion King stuff so I wouldn't be constantly reminded of their unfinished state. But honestly, I feel like giving up wouldn't do much good either in the long run. Guess we'll find out by the end. Anyway, new Commando is up which puts me in a better mood having that one step closer to done. Anyway, just throwing all that out there. Will anyone read it? Dunno, but I figured people ought to know all the same what was happening behind the scenes. Even if it came out as a random string of thought.