I have a large-ish post office run in my near future. Melvin the Laundry Monster is on the attack. My brain has switched into a mode I'm calling book-religious: that is, I have a sense of how much grander than I am the world of books is, how far beyond my comprehension the number of volumes available. Boooooooooks. Some of them even mine. So good.
And now I'm back to being able to work on my books, more or less. The grands will be in for brunch or lunch tomorrow, and I'll check in with C.J. after that. Mark and I have tickets for "Pirates of Penzance" tomorrow.
That was a lot of answers for not very many questions. If you have some questions, I may provide answers to them. Or more questions. Fire at will. Or leave the poor guy alone and fire at me.