We kind of dropped the ball last week, and I fear we are about to again.

If any of you follow Wess on Twitter, you can see that he has been overtaken with what I assume to be some new strain of the black plague, and I deem him unfit for your listening pleasure. Doubly compounding this is the fact that I have done nothing but pack in preparation for my upcoming move to the frozen tundra and have a severe need to drink a beer and do nothing at all tonight.

All is not lost, however. The wife is making an escapade to sell her wares at a local craft show, leaving me with a chunk of time. I am going to pour some Tussin on Wess and we will record a faux-show over the weekend to be uploaded this week as a methadone for all you Unpersonites.

Even if we are invisible, you are not alone.