My dear readers:
I should have been recovering from knee surgery today. My grand butt-sitting plans had included recording audio versions of the episodes already posted, since I keep hearing over and over that having access to audio versions is the way to go these days. Plus…accessibility.
Alas. I am not currently propped up with my knee in ice. I am in the Underworld. My mother has unexpectedly passed away—they think it was a blood clot in the lungs. The speed of it is a blessing; the loss is a devastation, as she has been one of my lifelong best friends, playmates, muses, and artistic cheerleaders.
So that’s where I am.
If I am sporadic more than Dain Bramage makes me as a general rule, now you know why. Or I may dive into obsessive uploading as a much-needed distraction, and then I may be radio silent for a while. Or I might find my steady rhythm again. Until I lose it. I thank you for your patience.
But hey, I suppose this reason is completely on-brand, in a variety of ways.
Hail, Persephone.
Hail, Haides.
Hail, Demeter.
Please take good care of her. Tell her I’ll see her before long, and we can get back to all the Shenaniganry.



Thank you for being here with us, and do let me know if making these audio versions would make your experience with this publication more enjoyable and accessible.
Blood-nectar toasts & orange blossom hugs,
Lexx
In case music is one of the things that helps you through grief the way it helps me, here is a playlist I put together right after her second stroke last year. Whenever I miss her, I dance to it. I sing to it. I lie on the floor and listen to it in the dark, surrounded by the faerie lights we both loved so much.
oh man, I’m so sorry to hear about your mom. That’s just devastating. 2024 has not been kind to the parental units – I lost my stepmom and my dad this year. So I definitely feel your pain. I’m so sorry.