It is Thursday morning, Mom, here in the land of Granola, where we live on crystal spring water and organic fruits and nuts. The days continue on; it is ironic how hard you strive to bring things to order, to normal operation, and when you have them balanced on the edge of the leading edge of time, just so, so they can go forward with normalcy and coherence, the whole thing becomes much less inspiring to maintain.

Little Hawk, are you getting overheated in Ontario? Rapaire, have you been ordered to exercises? Stilly, what does the University really believe it is doing?

I wish BWL were back. He understands so much; he would know what to do.