In which the author has the headache

[rolanni]

. . .and the stomache.  I'm blaming the air quality. FWIW.

In any case, spent the morning on the sofa, reading, with Mozart stretched out on the top of the pillows beside me, with his chin on my shoulder, purring.  Still somewhat rocky feeling, but I Really Do have errands in town that must be done today, so I guess Now is the Hour.

As of this Hour, by the way, Amazon is selling Technical Details.  BN says that it's "processing."

And!  Off to town.

No, really.