(Said like Arte Johnson) Interesting, very interesting.
This weekend we drove down to Bakersfield, CA to have a holiday dinner with some friends. There were only six of us, a few kids. Three antique chairs were damaged and one shattered beyond recognition for no apparent reason. It just fell apart spectacularly as the person was sitting in it.
Normally, I'd take this as some sort of omen. I've got nothing. Nada. Sometimes, weird stuff happens.
After the MOXT working, some things have been intriguing. I must keep those things to myself for now. Its wisdom is appreciated. I've been more in the mood to write since. So, hopefully, I will be back on track soon.