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Baya is hobe! I am washing my hands and coughing into my elbow so as not to spread my good cheer...

I actually got everything in the mail a hair's-breadth after the deadline. Oh well. So. Everybody will get their cards by regular pony express a day or two late, because I'll be damned if I'm going to spend $14.05 per envelope... So there, santy claus. So I will call folks and maybe even write letters a bit more regular. I wasn't exactly procrastinating: i got some excuses, but they sound a lot like whining!

Well mom, I do hope everything is settling. Breathe! It really is fine! After all, think about it: you've made it this far, and a lot of the time you, like me and everybody else, had the accelerator jammed and no directional control... wheee!

So if we can make it to this moment with as little panache as that, well, then we can do anything, as long as it obeys the laws of physics!

Breathe: long, slow, deep, regular, long, slow, deep, regular...

Can't wait to hear from y'all!

mary