More terribly bored than terribly busy. Happy, healthy, solvent, productive, and alive is something little of the world has all at once for any length of time, and are blessings worth recounting daily.
Doing some busywork. Loose ends. etc. My Amazon queue is down to a manageable level; what's left is the pricey stuff, so I'll be knocking those things off more like one item at a time.
When I have the chance, I've got a selfie, sort of, to post, that took a while to track down. (And to prove I was internet-famous before there was even an internet. No, really.)
Otherwise, things are mostly SSDD. Working on tying off some debt obligations, so I can focus entirely on Camp Snoopy. Retirement (if the world lives that long) is a good ways off yet, but still coming on relentlessly, and the minute I can punch out and retire to a garden and a library (literally behind my own moat and drawbridge - no, I'm serious - with treehouse and pirate ship optional, but highly likely as well) I'll leave skidmarks from Big Surburbopolis, which stretches unbroken from San Clemente to Oxnard, but very broken by any sane sociopolitical measurement.
It will doubtless astonish those unfamiliar with the region to find that there are many places still within the Golden State that are far from most of the notice or predations of the nanny government, if you know where to look, and how to mind your own business.
I've even worked out how to live in my library, which by no small coincidence will look nearly exactly like this, to the extent it lies within my power to make it so:
Though with rather fewer candles, and no untidy papers strewn about the floor, but otherwise, yes, just so.
Sorry about the temporary lack of inspiration for free ice cream, but I'm sure you all can entertain yourselves in the interim, assuming you've already provisioned yourselves for the Zimbabwean inflation nightmare towards which our society continues to slouch, and but one of many ways the current banana republic seems designed to reduce us all to absolute serfdom.