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Perhaps you've noticed an uptick in activity around these parts, which can probably be directly attributed to one thing: the theatre season is ended (for me, professionally, anyway), which means a greater amount of spare time (read: "more than none"). For the past several months, whatever hours weren't given over to flacking and sleeping were spent on consulting gigs, spreading the gospel of weblogs and social media, and even developing a few non-personal website projects, while this site went fallow. The cobbler's children etcetera etcetera.

But this past weekend I carved out a couple of hours, spent some time sprucing up the joint and doing a little spring cleaning hereabout. Fact is, I missed the place, and I really, really hope to be giving it at least a little attention every day. After all, I'll need somewhere to announce those aforementioned website projects to the few hundred or so of you who still stop by here regularly. Some sort of web masochists, you are, I suppose.

One change in particular to note: I've jiggered things so that posts to the ever-more-inaccurately-named The Daily Brad will now show up in this space, as well as in their traditional home over there. This isn't intentioned to signal a return to anything like daily publishing of tidbits from My So-Called Lifestyle, but I hope it at least encourages me to write somewhat more than annually. (To celebrate this subtle shift, I'll start by republishing one of my first and favorite Daily Brad bits. Look for it following this post.)

All of this excitement comes amidst a little frenzy of activity in my offline life as well, including some home remodeling, a decade-overdue deep cleaning of the basement, a minor medical "procedure", not a small amount of travel and a rekindled, complicated long-distance romance.

And you get to peek over my shoulder for it all. You poor, wretched creatures. You have no idea what you're in for. And neither do I.

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