From Daysaster to Disaster

 The ninth wonder of the world is that someone out there still
thinks Days could use more Rafe

I'm warning you in advance that this entry may be a tedious read because I'll be typing stuff as it's popping into my head, which is never a good thing.  Still, so much has happened since my last update that I felt like I needed to write something.  Explosions, death, destruction, groping, wormholes that have Salemites defying the laws of both time and space, elevator rescue foul-ups, resurrections, floral-print jeans, Gabi…

Where the hell was I?  I’ll tell ya where I was – drinking tea with my ass firmly glued to my seat.  I remained engrossed by it all; the good, the not-so-good, the awesome, and the infuriating.  And then the Daysaster and its aftermath came to a close.  And now we’re left with an altogether new kind of disaster.  But let’s talk about that later.  First…