In the meantime, I will console myself in time-tested ways:
Help, I'm melting. Hey, are his knees wet?
Eeee, WITR 5: flip it and reverse it!! Sign-ups for the popslash remix challenge in the journal of the ever-fabulous bossymarmalade. I hope everybody will consider it!
Okay, must go. Kitties have asked for a few moments of my time to present arguments for opening the balcony door despite the 50* morning chill. Or so I assume to be the meaning of Malcolm standing on my keyboard and saying meepMEEEP into my face.