In which new mysteries arise, the seeds of love began to blossom in the apocalypse, and a holiday delays our intrepid recorders, despite our best efforts.
With the Independence Day holiday mucking about with our schedule this week, we finally had time to record, only to deal with a veritable parade of police cars passing by, beloved children interrupting the recording without warning, and apparently, some connection issues that made for some "fun" post-production audio filtering. If we sound a bit odd - well, odder than usual - that's our story, and we're sticking to it.