Question of the Week

The first rule of hermits was don't talk about hermits.

I've been dreading/anticipating this week for about six months now--holed up in my bunker with a dwindling stack of un-reviewed Neels novels, diminishing water stores and less and less contact with the outside world.  I'm like one of those ornamental hermits that some 19th Century landed gentlemen would pay to live in a prefabricated grotto erected on the outer perimeters of their land.  Or maybe I'm a schmaltzy Tim Rice lyric:

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

Anyway, the four horsemen of the post-Betty Apocalypse have ridden up and they're thumping on the grotto and the bowing zebras are getting impatient and I could use a mani/pedi.  My question is: Oh the humanity!  What do we do now?!!