Oh, dear funkypoacher, would that it were - I'm already grievously behind on a big translation project, so will be stuck in the subtropics of my flat for quite some time yet, sleepless and glum. Suppose I'll enjoy the summer metonymically, the water jug will be my seaside and salt can always be spilt for sand to be had. :) How goes it with you?
He's certainly a master of the fine art of immobility, which one should think is at least three-quarters of the job. & Thankyouthankyouthankyou, lolobetrippin!















