Apologies to all readers -- Lady Simone has become indisposed again. She had been recovering nicely from a mysterious acid reflux situation when, hopping down the Bunny Trail, came Bucky Bronchitis. For a while, between nasty coughing fits, all she was capable of was terrorizing everyone at the Manor, cursing all physicians, and generally being impossible. Things now have settled down a bit, and when Irving last saw her, she was curled up in her bed reading the Book of Job.
As soon as I receive her next missive, you will. Given the Lady's iron constitution, shouldn't be too long.
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