Every year it happens.
The light changes. A quality of atmosphere begins to fade. Dread and anxiety well up from some place, dark and deep. Life around me drifts down to the hibernation state, becomes skeletal and subsides to a place just above death.
I use this site as a real-time, live, test environment for several other web sites I manage, design, construct and maime. Since this one is mine, and mine alone, I can afford to destroy it, rebuild it, experiment, etc. before I roll changes and updates to the others, where eyes and profe$$ionalism matter in measured ways. My countless apologies if this is an inconvenience. Please accept my GIFt below as a token of my appreciation.