Our peak time of year at work kept me pretty busy, and just when things were calming down a bit, there were some changes in where/how work was done that caused a new flood of work and time demands. Plus I think my depression meds are pooping out (that must be the technical term, 'cause my meds doctor just used it today—we're going to try something else)—I seem to be able to pry myself out of the house for work only, even when there are nifty parties I'd like to attend.
More later. How much later is hard to say, but certainly later and certainly more. Vootie!