The Old Guard

"I have a task for you, and I plan on doing it too," Spitfire speaks to me just before going to bed for her night. "I will be doing this too.  Blog about the Old Guard." I baulk.  She gives me the same assignment the next day. And the next. And the next. "I am … Continue reading The Old Guard

Hell Week

The last week was hell in a handbasket. As I write this post, I am at Xaara, being dressing while Spitfire DJs her heart out.  She told me "yesterday" she was going to take the set.  It was morning for her, and she sent me to bed. Little did she realize that I was going … Continue reading Hell Week