Home again, home again
The towering cliff of Undone Things To Worry About crashed onto my head within hours of my return from Wiscon.
A Wiscon Post will follow, once I gather the 4 or 5 places (notebooks, PDA, loose paper) I made notes, and finish it up.
Rachel Moss and her ilk suck. I was uncomfortably reminded of the worst of the worst 6th grade "humor": I am so uncomfortable with who I am I have to make cruel fun of you.
K2's cat missed me. Bob the fish didn't; he's a fishfood slut. If you had the fish food in your hand, he'd lurve you too.
No Wischolera or ConCrud here. Yay!