The sizzle you hear isn't just the late summer heat in Sacto (still 90 degrees last night at 8:45 pm, and 75 this morning at 7:30 am). It's my brain. Classes started for the new semester, and I've been racing around like the proverbial headless chicken. I'm getting so fried that I'm dreaming of leaving it all and becoming a hermit somewhere. When this happens, I know I'm reaching my limits and it's time for a getaway. Luckily, TH has one planned for us soon. So if you don't hear from me in the next week, I've either 1) fulfilled my hermit fantasy, or 2) escaped the valley heat for coastal climes, or 3) been run over by a truck due to perpetual distractedness.
Let's hope for 1) or 2).