I come you to this morn with a metronome in my heart, band on my wrist, drum in my ear, soul in my feet, and a fist in my stomach.
All this to say, the mood which surrounds me is a pleasant one, filled with sound, some of it musical, some of it the sound of a fist in my stomach :-( I trust that you are the same?
This week has been a fruitful one. I will not tell you why, but trust me when I say this; it was likely far more fruitful than your own. I did many things, saw many people, spoke into many a phone, watched many a screen, ate many a food, et cetera, et cetera till the cows come marching home! Oh ho ho, I kid not.
And you, sir or mr.? 8-o