Ok, it's been a long time. I'm reminded of a poem:

'Writing'

A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful--then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.

-- William Allingham

But considering the all caps command (thanks, fellow blogger) maybe it's time to update the fulness record. So, here goes. Some days ago I created a minor panic in the transport department by hitching a ride with a colleague instead of taking the car. The next day when I asked if they thought I had been kidnapped, there was much mirth. Obviously woe will befall the person who attempts it. And if they do, and call the western naval commander, the conversation will run something like this: "There's hajaar space, who will make the pages? Send her right back."
Meanwhile, the coffee man has been helping me out with advice on places to buy shirts from and some washing tips while others have questions about whether I wear only capris.