I have little to report, but wanted to let you all know that I have not yet shuffled off this mortal coil. My current situation has simply not been conducive to taking the needed time to complete any of the fragmentary messages I have in various stages of development.

As an adjunct to the myriad of stresses in my life at the moment, my body and brain have decided to retreat into behavior I've not experienced since high school: excessive sleep. It is quite frustrating, but time I would normally spend writing or reading is instead spent fighting a losing struggle against Morpheus. I traditionally stay up until 1-1:30am; lately I'm hard-put to make it to 11:00pm, and am then often woken by extreme leg and/or abdominal muscular cramps around 3:00am. It takes me an hour or so to return to sleep, and then too soon it's 6:00am and time to get up for work.

On a positive note, this fragmented sleep cycle means I've been remembering some extraordinary dreams.

Anyway, if Santa brings me some peace of mind this Christmas I'll be back soon.