. . . . Regardless of the fact that I don’t mention him in it at all, it’s now the title.

Greetings all.

So, it’s lunchtime, and Ez decided I needed to write a blog. Disregarding the fact that I have nothing much to write about, something’s getting written because she’s looking over my shoulder and glaring threateningly . . . well. As much as Ez can glare. read more