there is a thing called Death Of The Author but thankfully this ain't it
Not dead. Not vanished. Just very, very tired. Partially to do with disruption of sleep patterns (such as they were), partially with a surprise accumulation of appointments, and mostly with how after some six weeks off from roller derby practice I've been finding the regular schedule, despite the slightly reduced hours for the off-season, an unexpected challenge.
So last week sort of didn't happen, and this weekend was mostly either 1. derby, or 2. sleeping.
The overdue Friday Fictionette will appear sometime tomorrow, which is to say Monday the 17th. With my apologies.
Hopefully I will not trip over any additional time bombs in the upcoming week. Hopefully all will go according to schedule. Hopefully things will return to normal and possibly better than normal. The associative mental jukebox is now playing Jim Croce's "Tomorrow's Gonna Be a Brighter Day" which isn't an exact match for the situation but that's my brain for you.
So that's about it. Good night, see you tomorrow, etc. & so forth.