PRT?  post-rocket trauma?  I can barely get out of bed today, much less take on some of the tasks I promised to finish.  I tried to do a facebook event for the 25th,  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10161894307223712&set=gm.383585530557766  here

but I made one mistake after another, and really screwed up people’s names, languages, etc.  It turns out I also insulted a few people who thought I was asking them to serve food when I thought I was being cute.  

Who else feels like a motherless child?  I certainly do.