Sorry. Calculus and some two-bit bully of a virus have teamed up to kick my ass.
It's not even a bad virus. I have never been debilitated by symptoms; I just require something like 31 hours of sleep a day and have a mild sore throat and cough. I feel like someone that the mob thought wasn't important enough to send a real hit man.
I'll be back, soon, with many life metaphors gleaned from math class.
Postcards from Boston - Phew! What a whirlwind of a wonderful weekend! We were at the (gorgeous) Cyclorama building for the first Boston Renegade Craft Fair, representing Taproot....