Y'all is sweet

Really and truly, I did not write the "end of blogging days" post in an attempt to troll for compliments and emails threatening me with various forms of bodily harm if I stopped writing (including one very specific one that originated from inside this house). But that's exactly what I have received, and I thank each and every one of you for your kindness wrapped in sheer brutality. I just wanted to give fair warning that if you didn't see me for a bit, I hadn't dropped off the face of the earth. Well, not literally.

There's nothing exciting to tell about tonight except for the fact that I'm on my second dose of migquin for the evening, finally smoothing out a little bit from a world-class migraine. Eeyore was helpful with his patented shiatsu cranial massage; either that or he was just stomping the fuck out of my hair...back to you on this when I have more data.

I leave you with a glimpse of my new glasses. Doesn't it look like I should be keeping order with liberal doses of ruler-on-knuckle discipline?



Strict. That's right - fear me.