I don’t have time to talk right now; I need to grab the shovel, wake up Jason, kick James off of the couch, buy groceries, rehire Heather, and deal with this raging migraine.
You know, it would be logical to write this update later when I have more time and more information to give.
But that’s less dramatic. And what’s the fun in that?
So instead I’ll let you sit with your questions and wild imagination for another week when I’ll hopefully have more time to explain just what the fuck has happened to my January.
As always, dear readers,