Hey, man, all IS well--we took a vacation for the first time in twelve years and had a great time and got home safe and without being bankrupt. I return to find that a gang of overheated lollapaloozas and broke-dick mammaluccas who have spent their whole last six months believing in snow and other impossible things have gotten together and imagined terrible things being done to my house in revenge for my not believing in snow and other impossible things. I am tanned and fit. I have survived a complete housecleaning and redecoration by a mad-scramble banshee-inspired gang of architecturally demented folksingers. What's not to be well???