My apologies for my prolonged absence from what is ultimately my permanent residence.
(the hospital is only a summer home for me... and there is an apartment i some times go to, to wash my clothes and feed the cats that, im pretty sure, own it).
If you manage to pop in soon, some semblance of parts resembling me should be (physically) present.
And, speaking (typing) out of turn implies there IS a turn.
Which is only true if you accept that space/time/reality exists on a curve.
Instead of my basic assumption, that its bent like the maggots/becketts/chapel complex at silverstone.
When it all goes to somewhere unpleasant in an easily carried but insubstantial container, it will be well armed geeks who survive.
In other words, Nice to make your aquaintance ;-)