Barcelona? Munich? New Jersey? Yes, all of the above.
It’s safe to say that following a two-day whirlwind visit with Eric and Mrs. SWG, complete with more than a couple cocktails, surviving this international foray (which, of course also involved, a goodly amount of â€œrefreshmentsâ€) taxed my partying abilities to the max. The clock in the kitchen says 6:15 p.m., but for me itâ€™s after midnight.
Of course, any thoughts of serious blogging I may have had were dashed when I was confronted with six or seven hundred comment spams, which were pouring in over the transom and had had to be dealt with. If you find that you have been â€œbanned,â€ please let me know, and I will fix it. Itâ€™s a fatigue thing.
I trust I will have a bit to say about Barcelona and whatever when my atomic case of jet lag passes.