I didn't say I was recovered. It's like decompressing from dream-time.    "What a strange, strange dream it's been! And you were there, too, Aunt Em, and you, and you...".

I am sorry I did not study your fatuuous and doltish contributions made during my absence, and thus have ignored the arbitrary and excessively dogmatic constraints you invented as asubstitute for what ordinary people call simple cognitive ability.

Stilly, thanks for digging up that one unflattering picture. I believe there will be more forthcoming as various other phtogoraphers step forward with their labors.

I am trembling with apprehension concerning Genie's QUickTIme captures of segments from Saturday night. I got two hours' sleep Friday, because I wanted to be up for breakfast. I also got up for breakfast on Sunday, on three hours' sleep, and on Monday, with perhaps four. So I have been in Recovery.


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