It was one thing when OS was just messing with my tea habit.  A parade of countless cups of tea sat on the kitchen counter steeping themselves into bitterness and tepidity while I steeped myself in one or another hilarious, marvelous, enlightening, poignant or simply mean-spirited post.  (I don't really hang out in the mean-spirited places.  I worry about contagion: you don't want to catch what I have. Normally I just peek in, get a lay of the land and then get the hell out of Dodge.)   It's been frustrating.  I really love my tea and I'm picky about temperature and taste.  But I was dealing with it and trying to devise a system that didn't involve the screeching buzz of my oven timer, which for some reason provokes a homicidal mindset.

But now things have gotten out of hand.  For the record, I've only got two eyes and half a brain: the stimulus level here is wreaking havoc.  I can't keep up with the creative tsunami that is the feed.  I am overfed.  I am stuffed.  I couldn't eat another thing.  What?  You have tea and cake?  You have the literary equivalent of a snake-skinned salak?  Well,  I suppose I could.... NO!  I've got places to go, things to do, people to see!  

It's nothing to do with extradition laws, but I'm going to South America for a while.  So I propose a moratorium on posting until we can all catch up.  Who's with me?  I can't be the only one watching the posts whiz by my capacity to take them all in.  Seriously, I'm like Lucy in the chocolate factory.  Is is too much to ask you to keep your creative energies pent up until my return?  Is such a request, I don't know, megalomaniacal?  My grandma always said it doesn't hurt to ask.  I thought she knew my mother better than that.