The young'uns still invade my space. I lurk downstairs awaiting their exit.
Brother and Clint have been joined by Alex. Does the universe hate me?
I sit here staring at the purple squares, silently willing them to miraculously form themselves into some semblance of a website.
And then I give up, because I am tired of trying; one and a half hours have proved useless, and I suspect more will prove equally so.