how doth the little busy bee

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her, and to wonder what was going to happen next.

I've been down some sort of rabbit-hole time warp, and suddenly it's weeks and weeks later. I have more gray hair, but that's nothing new, and has only to do with passing time, and not with any Bad Things happening in my life.
I've seen and done some things which I meant to tell you about, and while I may yet manage to do so, first I'm off to NYC, that shiny candied apple, for a short spell. I'll be back, and then I promise to tell a nice story or two, if you've been good.
oh, yeah, and I turned 32.