The Eye of the Behinder

Satanopolis is very, very slowly returning to normal after its brush with a minor medical procedure (if you don't know already, it was south of the Equator, it went fine, and at this point I'm just dealing with itching, tugging, chafing, bruising, and the persistence of stitches, although the effort of climbing the stairs at the office this morning did cause a bit of sore--all pretty mild discomfort, but cloying and discomfiting nonetheless). It will be Crankytown for a few more days, then I'll return full of wit and wisdom and whatever else it is I'm typically full of.