After six days on the road, I came home to find a staggering number of emails jammed into my inbox. Some are about bacons and moustaches, but thankfully, most are not.
As previously mentioned, Ive got a ton of stuff to share with you all, and Im excited to get through the work day so that I can get home and begin on my work evening, which will probably turn into a work night, but its all going to be for you, the dedicated followers of the Bummer Life avoidance.

Despite the fact that Ive just spent four nights sleeping with one foot on the floor in a hopeless attempt to prevent the room and bed from spinning in opposite directions, Im relatively (and surprisingly) bright eyed and bushy tailed, and within the next couple of days will fill your eye holes with pictures of what the beautiful people do when fueled up on cheap beer, expensive whiskey, art, bikes, tried and true friends, and bicycles.

Maybe Im losing my touch. Maybe this is how everyone lives, and Im the only one that has my mind opened up and spread across the land like so much butter on hot toast when participating in the goodness of the last week. If thats the case, then bully for all of you, and thank you for allowing me to play catch up. However if its not, then youre gonna dig what Ive got cooking in the Swobo kitchen.
Hang tight peeps and peepettes, and get your plates ready to be piled high with the good stuff.