The lack of words here the past 10 days reveals that journey's preliminaries are not good sources for good stories. Springhole came up with "A brainy boogeyman disguises as an important person and gets the ideal significant other." but that's Will & Jill reconstituted. The zeitgeist is globally pessimistic but centrally groundbreaking. Celebrate this wonderment that the prayers were answered. Do it face-to-face. Add some love extensions and gear up for the big thing, re-entering Palermo except it's Jersey-centric and T. River-specific. Naruda's "Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to My vague memory of you" fits in here but only for the quest to understand the lingering imaginary return-to-the-scene-of-the-crime complex. Rejoinder, recounting Phillipians (that's cryptic for Pearl Harbor), considering "What are we going to do with Uncle Arthur" and a little of this and that, as we used to say, and things of that nature and various and sundry items. Soulful consequences repeat just like Jesus and Big Bang. It's what glamorizes the seasons and excuses toe nail clippings. Wouldn't trade that for January Jones.