How are ya holding up, dear reader?  Swimmingly, I hope.  There’s a little too much life happening at the moment to be able to concentrate enough of writing anything of literary consequence.
I went to the grocery store a little while ago, not to stupidly stock up on supplies, but to watch white girls in Uggs in a barely contained panic pretend to be Handling It.  Curious to note that there were many empty aisles, but the liquor section seems to be unaffected.  Clearly, panic induces an inability to make good decisions or maintain appropriate priorities.

N.P.: “The Order of Death” – Public Image Ltd.