Midnight Pub

As life slowly oozes in the direction of seemingly incessant modal browser interruptions


I suspect I'd love participating in the recently-popped-into-existence "improvised escape room", but can't imagine from whence I might borrow the time for participating with sufficient getting-joyfully-lost-therein zest. My wife's bank looks upon such loans with disdain. My boss might dig it, but of course his livelihood depends on discouraging such endeavor whilst perpetually monitoring my salary collar for sufficient tightness of fit.

(And, no... that wasn't an invitation to pontificate endlessly on the horror of one person's knee on the neck of another.... <coughs> <winks> <fights off low-grade worry of expulsion from the camp>)