I have a huge, brain-eating proposal that's due next Thursday. Until this baby is submitted, I'm mentally single-tracking, and unable to really write much out here.
Unless you want to talk about how much it costs to rent a herd of wildebeest for a film production, I'll be lousy company up to about 5 p.m. on the 13th.
After that, I will sleep one whole day and return to normal.
Well, as close as I will ever come to normal.
(Which ain't that close.)