I'm awake and home. And sore and tired and slightly ill, but awake. No energy for talking though. Maybe tomorrow. Just wanted to say. Awake. And thank you for coming to visit me while I was sleeping the deep sleep of the radioactive. I had dreams. I'll tell them tomorrow too.
Obama won. Makes Peter happy smile.
Oh and happy Birthday, Alexei. And Deirdre, I am so sorry I slept through yours. I got you a present.