Well, I feel better today. Whiskey and a friend who really needs to keep a Roman collar in his wardrobe for what is obviously a well-practiced role as Father Confessor improved things immensely. I am still frazzled, but at least it’s a comprehensible frazzlement. Thank you for all your good wishes and offers of e-booze.

Phew. And back to work we go, too much to do, too little time…