Sorry

Wish I had time to engage in full-time Sinclair mockery.

Attaturk's real-life dance card is full at the moment.

If it helps, I'm posting this while wearing pants.

Uncomfortable, cruel, itchy, wool pants, with dress socks up past my knees and an uncomfortable pair of dress shoes that pinch around my pinky-toe (little piggy will not get to market, he's already been smashed into a tenderloin).

I also am wearing a hair-shirt just for kicks, and a heavy winter jacket, and a full-length stocking cap. I'm about to wander out on the street and talk to myself.

Guess I better change before I go to the bank.

In short, I'm busy.