Even though I slept early last night, I didn't sleep well - apparently I thrashed around a lot and elbowed poor Jus, while saying things like "Translate it into German, add some music and you've got an opera" and mumbling about dogs and planets.
So, having just pulled - no, madam, titter ye not, I'm not at Whitby yet - as I say, having just pulled petulans' fat out of the fire with a manic rewrite of a report, I'm going to have a little nap.
Then a start on the next section of the Novel With No Name perhaps, or some more banging in of the Byrd Te Deum, or maybe just something else entirely.
*looks nervously at of_evangeline* No bad hurty, right?