This post is going to be a little like a Steve Martin monologue from the 70’s – a lot of pickin, grinning, and ra-a-a-a-a-m…blinnnn. And bad fashion. Just so you know. I haven’t been terribly productive around the house for, oh, a little over a year now. Which is just about exactly when I started the blog, coincidentally, but never mind about that now. Really, it started before that. No, wait, I’ve never been terribly productive around the house. I was more productive when Stuey (who now inhabits the Memorial Tea Caddy on the mantelpiece) was around, because I kind…