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Thanks to the many of you who've checked in over M.; I'll try to respond individually, but if it doesn't happen:

he seems fine.
his pulse and eye dilation and etc were fine when the EMTs were here . . .
he went to work as ordinary today.
I stuck close to home on Saturday because I was really anxious about him; I did go to Brooklyn to see some friends Sunday afternoon and he was still fine.
we have no idea what happened.
Would love to get him to a doctor's, but he . . . will go when he's ready to go. He's stubborn and also very British that way. (No, no, it's nothing, let's just staple my arm back onto my body . . . )

Last week of evening summer class, yay! Love the class, but want my summer back.

Sundance has a bunch of promos up for tomorrow night, and one of them has ten different experts in it, none of them me, so I started to have fears that I would end up entirely on the cutting room floor, but the Lord Byron Society just sent an email about it that mentions me . . .

That's the company I like to keep -- mad, bad, and dangerous to know!
Why don't I have a Byron icon?