I'm tan (well, sunburned across the shoulders, but I never *do* apply enough sunscreen when I go to my local nudist park), rested (or, at least, getting some sleep every night), and raring to go. I even have an idea for a sketch (all the things Hutchins has booked himself as doing in Eyrie fic over the years). How does that sound to you folks?
Austin, and good day.
"Better than Hassan i Sabbah and his cold windy bodiless rock, right?"