Thing is, it all hinges on me having something interesting to say. Or a book to beg for. Or a home improvement project. Right now, all I've got is an incontinent hermit kitty and a slightly-less-wonky-than-it-was shoulder. Gripping stuff, to be sure, but not necessarily blog-worthy.
Singing Pirate gig tomorrow. Here's hoping it's hilarious/adorable/disastrous/glorious/f