Pesach preps are moving right along, with a post-punk/new wave soundtrack.  It’s pretty simple here, but getting in the fest spirit, i.e., drinking up the chametz, and burning the rest!  Burn, baby, burn!  Even Skully and mini-Skully are getting in the mood.  As is my superior drunken charoset.  Outside it’s raining, a sad purple rain, with insane medical bills from stupid persons raining on our pride parade, but we’re trying to keep our spirits up in here.  Tomorrow, I’ll be slaving in Egypt [the kitchen], but tomorrow erev, we’ll be drinking to freedom.  See y’all under the table!