So somehow it feels as if this entire month has just zoomed away into a big poof of smoke and moderate productivity.

My dream last night consisted of my persistent attempts to burn a mouse, which is odd, admittedly, but it was thought of as a cremation and for sanitary purposes. The problem was that as much oil (linseed oil from shinai polishing??) as I was pouring, and as much paper as I was wrapping the little bugger in, it just wouldn't do any more than singe. Annoying, eh?