You said you take what you want, I said you get what you need

So Karen lost her job again, and things is all colleywest hereabouts. Melancholia triumphs, and the struggle naught availeth. Even Mac's been a little gloomy and off his feed.

Also, I have a temporary filling in a freshly root-canal'd tooth (why is there no verb for root canalling? Verbing weirds English, etc), which our darling dentist struggled with mightily and concluded by saying "that's going to hurt; keep the Advil handy." He was not wrong.

Nevertheless, we shall be at FogCon this weekend, and in England for Mancunicon thereafter. People should buy us drinks. Many, many drinks.

Alternatively, of course, now would be a good time to drop a few coins in the tip-jar by signing up for my Patreon. Schoolgirls! Aliens! Mars! You'd get half a book immediately, and the rest over the coming six months or so. I have no idea how you've resisted so long. *eyes you sidelong*