Happy Sunday, all.  I hope everyone is enjoying a great weekend.  Like Abby, I'm currently being held against my will  in our Dallas corp. offices.  With an insane level of business and scraping the bottom of the barrel for backup resources, I can assure you that I feel every bit as black and blue as our deckhand's face at the moment.  It's been a crazy, crazy week.

Likewise within our 'verse.  While this week's departures were abrupt and not on the best of terms, I will remind everyone that what we do here is a game, a world of respite for busy adults who wish to escape the pressures of life in 2022.  In that spirit, I offer my sincere hope that wherever our former shipmates clear timber and set up camp, the place they create rewards them with the same joyful respite.

And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

I know there's a time sensitive JP in the offing.  After that will come the shipwide JP for Cal to drop the 411.  If work releases me from its' clutches at a reasonable time tonight I'll fire up a doc and send invites.  In the meantime, Yuri will find his way to the galley, as will Ms. Wyman, our NPC passenger.  And we will doubtless see the first installment of "The Perils of Abigail Travis" unfolding when I get time to live in my right frontal lobe.

Quoting Stan Lee:  "nuff said."  WWIF.

sail