Actually, I'm afraid I can't. In forty minutes, I've got to "get up" and start my exercises, and then begin unpacking my suitcase, sorting my mail, answering my e-mails, working in the garden, and generally looking alive. In the meantime, I'm going to be attempting to pretend I haven't been on the computer all night long; and since I actually hear people moving about upstairs, God help me, I think that'll mean getting off and making quick-sharp about it. I'll absolutely be on to-night, though.

Woe-ing!

Okay... *dies at mental image* Waen and I do that, but only when there's nobody else in the theatre.