I know your lives have been only half-lived in the last few days, what with the Chronicle ceasing to publish for a weekend and all.
No worries, though: your editor is still among the living. It's just that 1) he's been struck down for a week or so with a non-swine flu illness, and 2) an afternoon thunderstorm gobbled up his Internet connection a few days ago. Power surge, or something.
But ne'er you worry; normal Chronicle operations will resume shortly. I'm sure there are hockey things to talk about right now, with the playoffs and the World Championship going on and all that, but I've been cut off from civilization and need to ease back into the hockey-blogging groove. For now, let's meditate on this lovely painting of a solitary fellow waiting for the Paris Metro.