My sister has gone, and my pseudo-vacation is over. It is back to the grind, or rather the slush pile in this case. I've been perusing my potential fare, and so far I have nothing bad to report. Oh, there's a ton, and I think it might bury me alive, but none of it is improperly formatted or submitted in a bizarre way. Bravo! I think I may be getting through. At least, that's what I like to think. I'm sure it's just coincidence.