I love you folks to death, all of you. I mean that. I'd like to drive all across America giving each and every one of you a great big misanthropic hug.
Or at least write something smartassed for you to read.
But... further bloggery is going to have to wait 'til I can crawl around a Ruination. That, and I am totally absorbed in David Weber's In Fury Born.
Plus, I also totally need to take a picture for this Sunday's Smith before I forget.