dead brains don't dance

ramtops and I got home from Trowbridge festival this morning, where we had a pretty damned wonderful time, some of it in the company of gmul and purple_peril. You can find photos here.

We returned home to:

1) sundry organic deposits scattered around the house, being the gift of the Tribe

2) a server that conveniently chose to go sideways just as we arrived back

3) a tomato plant that had clearly had a not inconsiderable mass deposited upon it, flattening it and rendering about half the branches detached or semi-detached from its root system (see item 1)

I’m going to bed now.