Where the Hell is Ivy Dell?

Scorpion pecs and biceps . . . oh my! No one warned me they didn't have high-speed internet in the desert. Between that the seventeen species of scorpions that terrorize this part of the state and the insufferable electrician/plumber/carpenter/mechanic who can't seem to keep his shirt on I don't know how I'm supposed to get anything done here! I need an escape from my grief and possibly my life in general. And I can't think of a better place to run away than my fabled namesake the hippie-dippy remote west Texas desert compound known as Ivydell. Not that I'm running away. I'm simply taking a brief hiatus. I'll be back. It's not like some shirtless guy with a scorpion tattoo is going to change my whole life.