I'm now a week behind. Two days is really the biggest flist backlog I can catch up with. This means that, unless you're in a crisis that (A) I've known about since before last Monday, and that (B) involved a hospital, a courthouse, or a breakup before last Monday, I have no idea what's going on in your life right now.
Here's hoping you're all having a fabulous time. Please comment or email if there's anything, fabulous or otherwise, that I really ought to know about the past week.
We had a delightful trip, though we didn't manage to cross paths with everybody we were hoping to see.
And now, back to work. I'm finally making headway into Clausewitz, and On War turns out to be exactly the book I needed to sort out the blurry bits of Traitor of Imlen.