Just popping my head up to let y'all know I'm okay. (For some definitions of 'okay'...)
Right now, my plate is full, my cup runneth over (not necessarily in a good way), and I'm fresh out of spoons. And that's enough mixed metaphors to make quite a salad. Please pass the ranch dressing.
I promise to post when things calm down a little. Say, to less than a mild uproar.
Hang in there. That's what I'm doing.