Yep, I’m back, and alive, but feeling quite undead. Jet lag is a bulldog puppy and I am its chew toy. I keep waking up at 4 AM having strange dreams that I’m getting married to a Christian preacher and I have to keep explaining to him why it’s a majorly bad idea. Also, I am so totally moping around the house.
So I’m going to go home, eat some comfort food (tomato soup), read, and pray to Goddess it rains.
But, stay tuned, because in the next day or so I will be bringing you further evidence of the global catspiracy!