where was I?

Not here not now.   I'm at my Spa.  I had a therapeutic massage and a therapeutic tea, and a very therapeutic seven-course dinner, and I'm abut to have a therapeutic sleep, and the witching, birthing hour can take care of itself.

I'll check in tomorrow, I promise.

tramlines

There goes my lead and my time. I thought I was doing very well, but Safari edited my copy, that is, erased it. I should have known better. 

Well, the day is young. I'll come back to it after I light my fire at the Spa. Anon, anon.