Sorry for the radio silence.
My grandmother died on the 31st. Not that it was any sort of surprise - she was 94 and had been in decline for a year or so - but she had a series of falls right before my birthday and, well, her body just sorta gave out. I saw her in the nursing home she was released to after her stay in the hospital. Her body was there, physically, but she herself was halfway out the door, if you follow me. She recognized me briefly, I'm pretty sure.
Anyway, it's taking me a little longer to process her passing than I originally thought it would. Add on several metric tons of work stress (oy, don't get me started on that) and all the other horrible things happening daily... I'm not really ready to get back in the saddle again just yet.