Be It Ever So Crumbled...

...there's noooo-oh place like home! It's so nice to be back in the land of the fog, cool temperatures and relatively low humidity. I have many an adventure to get to and I've met some wonderful people along the way...some of these amazing people, you've even read their blogs.

One post is completed and I'll post it some time after midnight, PST. Maybe even later tomorrow, I don't know. Unfortunately the TS* confiscated my brain back at JF*, so posting will be irregular for awhile. In the meantime, I ask you: how many pens could an Otto Penzler pen, if an Otto Penzler could pen, pens?