Over the past weekend, something wonderful happened on schedule; some fun things happened; and something disturbing happened. If I'm unusually quiet for a while, it's because I'm still processing. (Ifwhen I want to talk about it, I'll talk about it, and that's as much as I'm going to say for a while. In the meantime, don't worry about my not posting. Nobody's dying; just lots of thinking and sorting.)
I'm aware that an entry like this is a two-edged sword -- it'll make people who are inclined to worry about my health when I'm quiet worry less, and it'll make people who don't usually notice if I'm quiet feel that there's something to worry about. Don't.