Having performed complicated tea-making rituals (mostly involving spilling very hot water all over my desk -- but without getting my stolen screen drawings wet!), I am now ready to write.

And, seven hours later, I come up for air. I have coded muchly, and am approaching done-ness on my first screen, despite people making stealth-changes on Friday. I've listened to one new June Tabor album. I've eaten grapes, and discovered that the green plums aren't ripe enough (and yes they're supposed to be green!), and listened to Sovay twice, and petted my desktop sheep, and now I am going home to go to a Pern meeting & eat some more solid food.