This is what it sounds like when doves cry.

I am not even going to mention how long it has been, or that it’s because I have a totally sweet new job. I won’t bring up the fact that my work involves the admirable task of working to build a more transparent democracy, working directly alongside those fine gentlemen and gentleladies who make the decisions about how to run our glorious nation. Neither will I discuss my wonderful new abode, filled with sun, comfort, and entertaining lady flatmates. Nope, all you get is this dove, and some kind of vague suggestion about pages 8, 9 and 10 of Spaceship possibly being in the works.