We could have had the decency to explain, post-Friday's Quiz, that there'd be a general quietus hereabouts. Weddings here, last-ditch visits to an about-to-be abandoned parental home there: an increase in toil at what we too-revealingly call the Day Job. With all of this incident, one would think that there would be so much raw material for entertaining narration* that we would fill pages and pages, upon our returns from these sojurns, with the delightful and colorful details, such as the way older people can be really badly behaved in a poorly organized buffet line, or how the Omni Hotel in Richmond made us think quite a bit about this.

But honestly, we're just tired. Tomorrow, we promise. Something better than what you're reading now.

*For example, we met, this past weekend, our first-ever Civil War Re-enactors, in the precints of Richmond, VA's Museum of the Confederacy. We saw their bags of parched corn, hefted their replica muskets, and chatted about John Ellis's The Social History of the Machine Gun. Then we went downstairs and looked at amputation instruments.