Bacchus said that he was leaving you dear readers in my capable hands. Trouble is, he didn’t say what they’re capable of.

I’ve been sick, and I’ve been bummed–that’s why I haven’t brought my hands around here for awhile. I’m bummed because both contenders have been scared off–at least, that seems to be what’s going on. Turns out one was married, and when I said I didn’t have any problem with that, as long as we weren’t going to be keeping secrets and playing games, he vanished. Contender Number 1 hasn’t exactly said bye-bye, but as we got closer he started making comments about the difference in our ages…I think that squicked him more than he wants to admit. I’ll be surprised if I hear from him again.

So, it’s a good thing I put out that request for product information when I did. Maybe my “capable hands” can handle one of them without losing it. (And many thanks to all who’ve chipped in with an opinion!)

Rather than leaving on a depressing note (I’ll get over being bummed soon enough), this poem by Katriana is quite nice, and gets me warm in a lovely way. Hope y’all enjoy it too.