You noticed the lack of communicatory exposition around here, eh? Well, sorry about that. A combination of things, really, including getting serious about my songwriting deadline and preparing to emcee the Harry Potter Night at the book store. Mrs. Rasreth is sewing like a madwoman even as we speak. Pictures will follow (of the HP Night, not of her flinging fabric around the room or of me banging my head on the body of my dad’s old guitar).