The Project of Doom nears its deadline but not its completion; we've got a week to go, and approximately 49 seconds of cleanup to do.  Wheeeeee!

This week's been pretty mad, and although I've had all manner of things I wanted to share with you guys, I can share them only in precis.  Some samples:

1. Hooray, it's almost Lent!
2. Mr S's adorable, hobbit-like protege
3. So Very Sleep-Deprived
4. Why I Love P.G. Wodehouse
and
5. A Small Rant About Using Other People's Artwork as Reference Materials

Well, I guess those are more sample titles than precis.  Precises?  I'm not sure what the plural is.

At any rate, I'm at the office again, but not for long.  Mr S just took off, and being by oneself after dark in a big, echoing, former warehouse complete with exposed ceiling beams and funny noises fails to appeal.  Therefore, friends, I wish you all a very happy evening and a restful Sunday.  I'm off to enjoy my first evening with the Commodore since <i>last</i> weekend.