And I'm bound to hit the wall, and I'll be running.

I feel like a hamster running late on his wheel. After three days of a throat infection and staggering around the flat good for approximately 0, I am back at work and (a) catching up on three missed days (b) doing handover to the contractor who will be covering for me while I'm away. I would not be here if not for the latter.

It has, however, been wonderful to spend three days hanging out with redcountess. It's definitely my ideal lifestyle; I just need to work out how to keep them giving me money. Last night we watched the Powerpuff Girls Movie. It is THAT GOOD. Ask Liz about the expression on my face all the way through.

Australians wanting a visit, Engrish wanting a postcard: fill in damn poll. Thank you.

We have solved a series of chicken-egg problems to get Winders onto the laptop. Just a few more to go. I'm learning things about DOS configuration files that I was hoping to go my whole life without picking up.

Then there's dishes to do, a house to clean, an arkady to spend time with, accommodation to nail down solidly, and a day to save. Before bedtime.