Holy cow, I'm busy.
Daisy's school fundraiser is in a few weeks, which means that Hank is spending every possible moment swearing at her laptop, which means that a higher percentage of the not-swearing-at-your-laptop household chores fall into my lap. Plus, I'm helping out with the fundraiser this year.
Also, there's the tiny item of my software startup launching our big website (and push for profit) at the end of this month, almost exactly coinciding with the date of the fundraiser. So, I'm knee deep in sets of data that contain hundreds of millions of items. It's a humbling experience. I'm seeing this data in my sleep now, or whatever it is that passes for sleeping these days.
Anyway, that's why I'm a crappy(er) blogger.