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.