Oh, phooey: as I was saying, my first entry and I'm already messing things up egregiously. The phone rang, you see, and when I answered it, I instinctually went for the "done!" button.
My first entry and I'm already making excuses. On with the positive: my broken arm is healing; I love my swift and terrible laptop; my hair looks better than it has in months, and I'm all set for a triumphant return to my secret identity as an urbane and entertaining lad-about-town. Kiss me quick, me mither's comin'.
alastair.