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Yes, it's my birthday; it's still not too late to send gifts.
Not the best birthday ever, as I seem to have gotten my turn with the same virus that took down Mrs. WWR and Fiona a couple of weeks ago. It started yesterday lunchtime and by mid-afternoon I felt like a railyard water tower, but without the locomotives passing below me. Twenty-hours of bedrest later and I'm back in the office workin' away.
Also, my car is now making a "shing-shing-shing" sound in time with the engine... that can't be good. Loose belt? It goes away once the car's been running at highway speed. Anyone got any ideas?
Anyway, yeah, it's my birthday - I think I'll spend tonight at home on the sofa, convalescing.
