I have not been eated by Iowa cows

This is not the giant post o' updatey doom. I got about a quarter of the way through that and lost heart; it will squat dejectedly in Google docs until I find the will to carry on. Suffice it to say for now that the last week has been made of puppies and sunshine. Not literal sunshine because there was actually quite a bit of thunderstorm going on, but metaphorically? It was all 70 degree weather and riding with the car windows down. There might have been puppies, but Friend loses and forgot to take me by his grandma's house to see her teeny tiny new chihuahuas. What is was made of, however, was getting to see Panic not once but twice because notfummy is magic. More on that later.

After spending the day hiding and decompressing from six days of socialization - fun and shiny socialization, but still a lot to take for my wee little introverted self - I'm wading into nearly a week's backlog of flist. The skip is looking to be pretty epic, so I doubt I'll comment much or... at all. But I'm back! I have interwebs again! I've missed your fucking (textual) faces!

*GLOMP*