I'm back.

Rejoice accordingly.

Apparently I have 88% of the world left to conquer:













I am battling what I fear might be a strain of Turkish Throat Death aka strep. Sucks. Me, not be able to talk? I'm sure Jessica enjoyed my relative silence in the car driving back from L.A. I've heard that some people only appreciate enthusiastic George Michael-harmonizing to a point.

Good to be home.