Not me, certainly, but thank you all, your kind words have warmed my soul!

Which is good, because it is currently, as they say, colder than a witch's tit here in Milwaukee. Hell, even with the furnace cranking, it's butt-cold in my house.

I am hidden inside right now, though I should really be outside soaking up the life-affirming bright sunshine outside - or at least be sitting by an uncurtained window - but the fact is that the cold creeps in around the edges of the glass and makes it not a very attractive place to sit unless I thoroughly bundle up under a quilt and then I feel like an old, old man, being pushed gently about in my cane-backed wheelchair by a vaguely frightening nurse.

Or maybe that's just me. Whatever.