Bloggers, this might be an open line. I feel a cold, and a bed, coming on. You might hear from the others, though -- and Max is safely back in the U.S.
UPDATE: Yes, I'm back. 39 degrees in LR feels balmy after snow and 20s in Belgium. (But I'm not complaining. I like the cold. The taverns with fireplaces roaring are ever so much more enticing. Maybe tomorrow I'll catch up photographically with a neighborhood joint we took shelter in in Antwerp yesterday. Sweet potato soup, blood sausage and stoemp, the Flemish mash of potatoes, cabbage, bacon and other stuff.)