Deadlines are stacking up around here like cordwood or like the piles of CDs I haven’t heard. I have mixed feelings about
deadlines. On the one hand, I’d like to avoid them. On the other, they help make it possible to meet certain commitments; feeding the family, for example. For the next few days while I chop away, posting will be intermittent and may lack the customary Rifftides profundity.