Treading Water, or Farrah to go Before I Sleep.

THERE'S A LOT to say, a lot to write about, and zero time to do it. That's because I'm about five full working days from shooting a new series. I'd love to say that I could work up a post on the weekend. But that's probably not going to happen.

In the interim over the next week there'll be a few reruns (It is summer, after all.) I'll be back when I can lift my head out of the foxhole.

In the meantime, I can't muster anything to say about the MJ craziness; but my friend Jim Henshaw has the best eulogy of Farrah Fawcett you're probably going to read anywhere.

Now as ever, it's all about the context, innit?