Why Am I Such A Slacker Blogger?

I blame this:

Not the fanciest deck, maybe, but its unassuming appearance hides the fact that it is actually a wrinkle in the space-time continuum.

Grab a glass of something, sit back in one of those chairs...and suddenly it's an hour later.

Seriously, I don't know how it works. A few pieces of lumber beneath a canopy of trees has managed to suck untold hours out of my otherwise jam-packed productive I get *some* stuff done summer-is-for-slacking life. Not that I'm complaining, of course. They're pleasant hours.

Tell you what - since I"m not so great at blogging these days, why don't you pop by and waste some of those hours with me?