gutted.

So thoroughly unprepared to write anything personal at the moment; am beyond grateful to everyone who stepped in and kept the home fires burning (and emptied out my liquor cabinet, which you were welcome to do since you provided something so much worthier -- is that a word?? -- than what you probably got in exchange; cheap booze leaves the worst hangovers invented) while I was away in Denver.

My brain is still choppy like I just stepped off the tilt-a-whirl at the local fair, and our finances are in such a state of upheaval that it's all I can do to not puke when I look at my (sort of kind of working) 'puter that won't stay on long enough for me to access the financial information I have stored in its memory banks, UGH.

I wanted to send personal thank you notes to everyone who posted here in my absence; I wanted to send gifts. Flowers. Chocolates. Call-dudes. (Or, you know, call-girls if you're into it - no judgement.)

Instead, I have to just say how beautiful each of you are to me and that I would be your personal call-girl if you didn't live so darned far away. Well, except you, Mel. *wink, wink - nudge, nudge*

More as my brain settles back into its original(ish) location.