I've moved. Apologies for the lack of attention, but I've moved. It was a nightmarish move and we're now living out of boxes, except in the kitchen, where it really counts. But the place is beautiful. So beautiful that I had to drive out a family of racoons, a little too harshly. They're safe and sound now but will tell generations-long stories of the monster in the round hole that dropped into eternity. It was harsh. More on that later.
Also, I missed the promised banjo gig with Deb Hay at Passe Muraille. She knew I wasn't coming though. I wasn't as bad as that. I wonder how it went?
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