I'm good. Good to read you're good. The suns starting to go down later, which is interrupting my wind down routine before I bed down, but when the spring solstice hits I'll correct accordingly. I've been rearranging my living room to accommodate a new desk. I'm debating getting rid of my sofa. The damn thing is just too comfortable. It's like a demon that encourages me to take a nap. I've also noticed that I've been practicing my flute and chanter recently. I'm not just taking advantage of the time and opportunity to brush up on my chop, but I've had this odd sensation to practice and learn funeral songs. I can't explain why, but the last few weeks I've had this odd feeling that I'll be invited to funerals and I thought it best to be ready to perform. I've even dusted off the regalia.