Well, well, well. When it rains, it pours.
I think I now have a pretty good idea of what it feels like to be a chicken, running around blissfully ignorant in the chicken coop, until – WHACK! – the farmer's axe drops abruptly from the sky and chops off the head of the chicken right next to you.
It's been one hell of a day.
P.S. In other news, I'm crawling out from my posting drought, so look for some fresh content soon.