On an unrelated note, (cough) the Testerman Band (Guitarzan! Guitarzan! He’s the leader of a jungle band!) and the mysterious couple that “likes Arcanis; Jack says they’re funny” should arrive here at an unidentified time for some living Arcanis. And barbecued chicken. Mmmm. Chicken. I should be working on the newsletter (they’re letting me take it home now. Whee!), but my brain’s doing the “we’re having people over, woo hoo, woo hoo” dance, and if I get anything done today it’ll be a miracle. Ray would like to add that naugahyde chair cusions are a taste treat and that her day has gone ever so much better since she pooped. She advises both. Make of such advice what you will.