You know, you get to a certain age and the surest way you know the weather is changing is that you're tired all the time. At least it seems to work that way for me. I'm coming up on One Of Those Birthdays in a couple of weeks, so I guess I'm thinking about that a little, around the edges. And tonight it's chilly, gray, and rainy.

I'm playing a zany expert in Kabbalah and other arcane rituals in an indie film this weekend - later today, actually, and I really should be going to bed and not staying up giving away more games. In real life, of course, I know nothing of such magickal stuff, so it should be fun to make knowing comments about life beyond the veil. After that I'll play Tiresias, the blind prophet of Apollo in Thebes, in a staged reading of a new comic resetting of Oedipus. So clearly the next few weeks are for indulging in mysticism.

This is an old key, newly revealed, and ought to work like new - but with publishers these days, who knows. If you have trouble with it, please let me know.