Train of thought. It's 3:38 AM, on my day off from the train yard. In true old-school-blog spirit, I'm writing the thoughts as they enter my brain. No editing between the brain and the fingers. For that I'm sorry. But also, thank you. You are helping me out. At this hour, there's not much to do. Thanks for reading. I'm putting in the time so when I return to my shift tomorrow night, I won't be too discombobulated (I don't believe I've typed "discombobulated" in quite a while, if ever) as a result of going to bed early. So I'm shooting for a 4:00 AM beddy-bobo time. Which is still early, but probably close enough. Man, night shift can rough. So I'm here at this site, taking a look around. Dusting stuff off. See if I can still work this Squarespace site. I've been meaning to re-engage. I've been missing my distant print pals. I've got a lot of catching up to do. Stories to tell. Ink to share. Type to share. Stories about the C.C. Stern Type Foundry and about our mini-shop shop in the garage. Stories about visits from printing pals. Stories about fiddles and fiddle tunes. I'll save the train yard stories for another platform, or for when I see you in person. It's been close to a year-and-a-half working the graveyard shift. I don't think I'll ever get fully acclimated to this schedule, but it has finally been a bit more manageable of late. Which means I've been pulling out the galleys and the print work. I hope to share some of it with you soon. Also, I've been enjoying and inspired by some fantastic work that you all have been making. Keep it up. Cheers!