My brain is fried. Not totally, but it’s crispy around the edges. I’ve been working on Easter eggs. Not the color-me-purple, pink, green and blue shells of chickens, but the sorts of secret things hidden in video games. Only my Easter eggs aren’t going into video games; they’re going into Greenville. While not hard to produce, they are tedious, so I’m not finished even though I’ve spent an entire morning on them.