Graon! (...I mean <Groan!>)

'Twas a strange night, indeed. I awoke after a troubled sleep, ready to go, at 2:30 am. Strange dreams - nothing coherent - plagued me: waterfalls of packages (obviously store-related), and snippets showing dry, brittle toenails being improperly trimmed (a true mystery intepretation-wise, but I really don't pay attention to such things anyway). Regrets if I added a TMI moment to your morning.

We're nowhere near ready to go, but go we undoubtedly will. Galina is in a less-than-optimum mood.

Later.

Cheers...