Almost 3 weeks later, I'm still alive! I give an update (or non-update depending on how we look at things) on March madness. Spoiler: not that mad, after all.
I also talk to Mike (whom I struggle to introduce) -- a blast from the past who's been supportive of this entire endeavor before I even made it happen. Warning: there was champagne involved and some strange sense of selfish catharsis.