Sorry about the wait. I'm alive. I spent a long time recovering from being in the hospital. It's weird, because it was just me being sick - nothing was broken or protruding from anything important, just sick. Kinda like your mind, after you read the word protruding.
Okay, probably not that sick. But pretty sick. When I got back, I was beat up, sore, sick, and suffering from all the side effects of medication. I'm alive, but I really don't want to go through that again.
Work is slowly picking up. I spent a lot more time being broken. I'm not sure what to do about it. It doesn't seem like anything I try is helping. I'm not sick, but I'm certainly not the same person I was before I went in the hospital. Even then I was no prime example of human prowess... but now... fuhgetaboutit.
There isn't much of a plan at the moment. Get better, get these projects done, find something else to occupy my time. It won't be hard. I have enough stuff to keep me occupied until the end of creation at the rate I'm going through it. We'll see. Maybe it's something I was never meant to do.