It’s horrible. Hor-rib-le. I’m fairly sure this is in the book of Revelations®, next to that funny-looking sheep and the obscenely hot weather. But right now, I can’t charge the battery I use in my camera. Mainly my own fault, I agree if I was agreeable, but I’m not. I forgot it in Stockholm. Hopefully it’s in the mail, but I miss the clicks and the wzzzz and the stupid little quirks the damned camera has developed.

Instead I’ve done some work, listened to CALLmeKAT and even more This American Life. Aport from things accuring in the headspace, it’s pretty… decent. Oh, and Top Chef started again. Blood! Food! Tears! And that’s even within the first fifteen minutes. Here’s an illustration of Sprocket, the dog in Fraggle Rock. No, no. You’re welcome. No need to thank me.