I've had some inquiries.  People have said to me, "For a week you wouldn't quit writing, but now you've gone silent.  What gives?"  I think you know.

I've been standing at my kitchen counter dipping fresh, hot, crunchy-crusted, steamy-centered foccacia in flavor-infused extra virgin olive oil, and filling my mouth alternately with that and thick slices of garden beefsteak tomatoes and letting the juice drip down my face.