Hello, all. Yes, I'm still alive after my mini-tour, though just barely. I have a list of lessons learned, which I will share once I'm able to make my thoughts gel.
Things are slowly returning back to normal, though I've only just gotten rid of the last of the cheese that I'd provided at the events. Someone once told me that the greatest number of serial killers came from the state of Wisconsin (except for John Wayne Gacey; he was from Illinois. Close enough on the atlas for government work). I thought about that as I ate every manner of cheese to keep it from going bad. Perhaps, I thought, the killers were constipated. Nothing like being backed up to make you want to lose it. Then I realized that I couldn't blame the cheese, that defleshing someone in a vat of acid and then proceed to eat him (Hello, Jeffrey Dahmer!) is just plain NUTS!
This one is just a shorty to reconnect. Please watch this space. More rants to follow...
