Dispatches from the Aftermath of Another Family Gathering…

… those quarterly–or–more reminders that my general monastic isolation for the other 360 days of the year probably isn’t the best for my health, social or otherwise. Perhaps those days that I find myself most worried that I’m going feral are similar to the effect of full moons on Lon Chaney, Jr: the wolf is always inside, and it’s on the days when the wolfsbane blooms and the moon is full and bright (or I have to interact with others) that I feel at my most feral, flinging excrement or clam s...