Folk Fest was a blast. Good music, good food, good company. Squeeful reception for the robottery, and also the rest of it.
It took until Thursday to not feel like a zombie anymore, and between beach fire stuff and errands and copious amounts of sleep, it was Sunday before I got the apartment back into some kind of order. But that is unlikely to last, as I am now plunging into late summer orders and a few Folk Fest special requests.
I promise to post more soon. Pics and stories and all that good stuff.
 A term coined by Kevin O’Hehir of the Scope, which I will gleefully yoink.