OK. Most of my writing-type energy has been sucked up at work, where I’ve been chasing stories about murders, shootings and guys who claim they are constables while taking fake orders for Avon products.

Yeah. It’s been an interesting couple of weeks in the newsroom. Combine the stuff at work with a bunch of away-from-work issues, and you get a startling lack of Uncle Crappy.

I’ve got some stuff coming. Really. Soon, even. But first, I just wanted to let everyone know I’m alive.