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Something was unplugged. It’s plugged in now.

That is all.

Also, leaving on a jet plane, Sunday afternoon. 9 days of convention grind, inaugurating another year of “fun.”

Every thing is wacky. I’m not sure exactly how I feel about that, or about other things I’ve got going on. There’s a bunch of it, though, and it appears to be mine, all mine.

Wheee.