Miss me?

I suppose I should write something...

...which is another way to pretty much say what I write every time I sit down to post here...

...which is the same turn of phrase on its head as is my wont...

...and then the gratuitous self-effacing remark that follows...

I've been home a couple days now, paying for it coming as going. And as restful as it was supposed to be, it was not. Not that I expected more, but less would have been nice. Suffice the wife and mother for two weeks, neither of which I spend in that close of proximity for extended periods. Nor they.

But now with two days in the Dungeon, from here on out referred to as the Low Residency, a sense of normalcy (loose use) slowly returns. Thumper again beats out his usual dirge although my gut has yet to cease its frequent purge.

TMI, even couched in rhyme? Then how about some pictures?

 No wonder, really, huh?