Dispatch from 120 Furmanov

To sum up: Sagat was late picking us up two days in a row, yesterday costing us close to half an hour with Otis. Our internet connection has slowed to interminable and our picture blogging software has stopped working. I spiked a temperature of 100 or 101 on Sunday night, according to CD. Candace hasn’t had a cigarette since Friday; I haven’t had one since Sunday. Oh yeah, we’re in a real good mood, except of course when the talented Mr. O appears, then the aggravation and nicotine cravings manage to subside for a bit.