The Nest is Empty

Storm and Sickness

What a convergence of events it was last week. As Xander prepared to move his stuff from here to his new place, I awoke with fatigue and malaise Tuesday morning. That sounds like I woke up with two strippers from The Underworld, doesn’t it? “Fatigue, you’re on main stage…Malaise, I’m going to need you next in rotation. Gentlemen, these ladies work for souls and souls alone…where are my horny handclappers at?”

But, no, unfortunately,