I have been working to rebuild a large cedar dock in upstate New York for the past six weeks. Working outdoors on the water agrees with me (except when I dropped my phone in the lake), but the last two days I've been totally rained out which gave me a chance to take care of a baby mouse I found and finish a post for my blog about the Matrix:
The Artist As Superman.
This is not a part of the fan-fic series I stewed over for fifteen years and posted here on ello over the past six months (scroll down a LONG way and you will get to the beginning of that). This is the essay I put off writing for four or five years because I needed to write the fan-fic first.