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me: Happy birthday! At least, I think I remember that it's your birthday; it's possible I'm hallucinating. Anyway, hope it is (or was, or has been) a good one. (It is also, as you may or may not be aware, International Talk Like A Pirate Day. I assure you I am neither high nor making this up. Arr! Drink up, me hearties!) :-D --[signed]

him: Thank you kindly, hope all is well with you? --[signed]

1. Response arrived within a day of original message, which, trust me, is unusual.
2. Thank you kindly! Hee.

Don't anybody worry -- I'm not getting how I get. I'm just sort of happily amused and feeling a little snuggly over here in my corner where a lot of things have inexplicably been going right lately.

I cling, without reason, to the hope that by Monday (when I fly home) they will have decided there's no need to prohibit ordinary people from carrying liquid and semiliquid things on planes, and thus I will be able to roll on my roll-on suitcase containing my shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, lotion, and toothpaste.  At the same time, assuming they don't reach this point in the next four days, of course I'll put all the non-explosive liquids I have in my suitcase and check the damn thing, because of course the inconvenience of dealing with the baggage claim is insignificant compared to the inconvenience of being blown up in midair.

Nowthen.  Saturday and Sunday.  Because I didn't keep notes on those days, I'm working from memory here, so do please bear with me.

( 05/08 )

( 06/08 )

( 07/08 )

You have all been updated!  Later:  the proper state alluded to above, and other proper states, in the latest round of What Can't We Overanalyze.  :-)

Kee-rist, y'all are a talkative bunch.  I was at skip=275 half an hour ago after having been gone for two days, during some of which time a lot of you were at Lumos.

Anyway, this is me checking in mainly so I'll know where I skimmed to.  I've been doing sort of emergency head-above-water-level e-mail-answering,a but not really reading posts carefully; that'll still happen when I return.

Short version:  jet lag & food poisoning (?) bad.  Dublin charming.  Choir fun (yay, choir).