How do you go about picking up the pieces of a broken life, without so much as a guide to go by? What do you do when your family is torn asunder and flung to the wind like scraps of tissue paper in the path of an oncoming train?

I know what I do. I bake.

That being said, I have three dozen cookies of various types, four cakes (butter rum, almond, chocolate, and blackforrest), and upwards of twelve pies.

Anybody interested?

Does anyone know where to get good used books? My old seller just closed his doors, and I am literature-less.

( private to Rufus, unhackable )

 Meet me by the southside pier in two hours.

Well, I come back from the conference that has kept me away for so long, only to find that my apartment has been broken into by my co-worker.  I’ll definitely have to make sure that little oversight on my part never happens again.  On the upside, I was able to obtain plenty of information that is sure to be useful at work, as well as a brand new pair of sunglasses.  

All in all, I’d consider the trip to be a success.