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If anyone is wondering where I have wandered off to this time, it is the fault of the BBC. As usual. Late one night, while waiting to feed the kittens, I randomly decided to start watching Torchwood and Dr. Who, shows I had made a rather conscious effort to avoid while in grad school, and while trying to get the short story done and submitted.

But there it was, sitting on Netflix, making calfeyes in my general direction. It may have been Gareth David-Lloyd making calfeyes more than anything else, actually, but I hit play...and then...well...there is an awful lot to get caught up on.

So that's where I am, when not working or writing. Sitting in front of the TV or ipad, covered in cats, watching Dr. Who (I finished up with Torchwood. That's me, watching things backwards).

Honestly, it was bound to happen at some point.