Good times are simply too brief in the telling. A writer needs some high-quality misery to really work wonders.
To put it bluntly: I've been on vacation since Monday. (Norf Cackalackie, in fact. Hi Crusader!) I'm relaxed, happy, and at an utter loss for words. There are topics waiting for me at home, I know, but for now - sit back and enjoy the mellow... Comments are open for banjo-bashing, culture-musing, movies, sock-puppetry... whatever.
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