Re-Emerging from the Swamp

All of my good intentions to keep this thing going (did I say keep? I meant get), were thwarted by an extended stay in a hotel with the incompetent old malcontent of a janitor at the head of the hi-tech wifi access team. Daily, as I enjoyed my Shirley Temple in the hotel lobby during happy hour, I would pester the snuggly curmudgeon with wistful smiles and hopeful pleadings. I hope to hell he doesn't think I was flirting.
In any case, I'm back. My one reader (Beck, that's you) can look forward to a new posting later in the day. I'll make it fun, I promise.