Delicate, Indelible

Dearest friends: I am behind. And I am going to write something (hopefully) eloquent and persuasive about the new and rather permanent change to the skin I'm in, and about the accompanying birthday celebrations, but not at the moment. I am writing like mad about Spain, attempting to keep myself on top of things, trying to remember every second, and so my birthday will wait. Sorry you all must as well. Love to you all.