After I posted that question from PhiloRN, I got hit by one of those awful dark hopeless moods that are bad enough when you don't have a thing in the back of your throat, and even worse when you do.
I'm really sick of being brave and cheerful, so all the brave-and-cheerful went down in a rush.
Then I went to bed. And got up again, and saw that my study/guestroom/cat-napping area looks like a tornado hit it. So I'm going to clean. ALL the things.
When I'm done, I'm sure the brave-and-cheerful will have come back. It better have.