I survived! It was rambling and strange and I haven’t had so many boob jokes made about me in the last five years, but it was a lot of fun anyway. (Squid’s a dear friend, and in his own diabolical and perverse way, good for my ego.)

And if they can’t get their regular anchor on next week, I may be back to be traumatized again.

Thanks to the people who called in/logged in/etc!

Although next time, I gotta find somewhere else to call from than an abandoned tennis court. I have to pace when I talk or my brain shut down, but a two hour show is REALLY hard on my feet.