An ode to remember the past two weeks in TDC where time on this cyber infrastructure has come to a crunching hault.  Only recently has the valve reopened and the gears slowly begun turning once again.

52, Pronking:  A wild leap I captured at home.  So rare a sighting I was only able to capture the umbrage of a black blur

53, Handiness:  Mangled left hand as depicted in harsh sarcasm by right

55, Measurements: The most reliable of measuring instruments, the foot

57, reflections: Memories of ice bound in frigid waters

63, Worship:  The temple to my proud, sadomasochistic, flagellation prone settlers