Turtle Time

While last week was one long international horrorshow this week has felt like a steady series of punches to the face. There was some comedy worked in there too—remind me to tell you about the keys sometime—but mostly it was just WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP.

So now I’m standing in the ruins of my best intentions (for the week, let’s not blow things out of proportion) and wondering what thread to pick up first.

There’s some light on the horizon, the question is who will be still around at dawn.

Time to turtle up for a minute and repatch all the internal connections. Get this beast lumbering towards Bethlehem again.