Full Con, Empty House
I’m baaaack. Above ground, out of jail, not on fire – as my dear friend The Shadow would put it. Good conference, met some interesting and informative people, got some good information and feedback, got some decent sleep and drank some awesome margaritas, not all necessarily in that order. The husband-unit has moved out of the house, which was painfully weird to come home to, and my ass is tired. I need sleep and a bubble bath and maybe a massage, again, not all necessarily in that order. I’ve got brownout in some spots in my brain, some circuits are fried and others have blown altogether. My apologies, dear readers three, that this isn’t a more politically-charged or otherwise interesting post…