I've been a broad....

Dear Children,

I'm back from a long voyage, paying a visit to some long-lost relatives in Davy Jones' Locker. It had to be done sometime! Not sure they liked the flowers I brought, however the gulls were quite intrigued! All was quiet on the glassy ocean. Homer was right, sometimes the sea is as dark as wine.

While the waves were calm, storms were raging across the land of E Pluribus Unum! Now where are those ruby slippers when you need them, just to get back to a semblance of normalcy. But oh, the deafening refrain I hear you shout : What Is Normal???

Never mind all that, I'm back, the grindstone is right up against my nose yet again, another day, another saddle-sore, etc.

I do seem to still be in a kind of a glamour though, surrounded by a pink luminescent bubble that keeps me from getting involved in the nonsense. For how long? We shall see. I'd like to tough it out a bit longer....before crashing.

Cheerio!

Mme Z, ahoy!