This takes up way too much of my time. Years go by, and nada happens. Niente. Rien. Nothing. It’s hard being a cold country. So. I’ve asked my deart old friend Stig Matisse to help me with the writing part. My Dog, can he move those fingers or what. Anyways, the words and thoughts will still be mina, fear not dear faithful reader. For I am still “silent and joyful” as it says in the old song.