I’m ill. A virus has nailed me but good. This is day 2.5, and I still feel like dreck. Wolf let me have the tablet long enough to write a note. I tried to sit at the computer proper… yeah, like that worked. Not.
So, part 13 of our curret adventure will be a little delayed. Now back to bed as I’m exhasted by five minutes of typing.
Wordwytch the ill.