The thing is, it's very hot this evening. Over 30 degrees outside, and almost that inside. So, in an atempt to make like a shark and actually write instead of melt, I have migrated to my bed.
Why my bed? Because I have air con in my bedroom, that's why. And my lovely wireless internet has followed me in here!
So away I go to make like a shark for at least an hour.
(If you are confused by my shark references, see the side bar about Neil Gaiman's pep talk. Also see this post.)