And in other news, not bloody much. I assisted with a new high-tech installation at HQ (read: laundered bed clothes...) and sent out highly confidential dispatches to secret agants K-Coeur and Karma-Boy that pending postal disaster should arrive shortly. I also feel twelve again, sitting in the living room typing at the computer and hoping no one comes up behind me and asks me what I'm doing. I really need my own place. sweet privacy, where did you go?