A state of genteel collapse

So The Ring went to the producers this morning. Now Peter wants to go to the pub. I don’t know if I can cope with that: I’m wrecked.

I really really wish right now that we had a working teleportation system. To walk out the back door and into the check-in area at the Alpentherme or the Burgerbad in Leukerbad would be a wonderful thing. Go downstairs to get a bathrobe and towel, change into a bathing suit and lock up the clothes, then have a fast shower and head into the outdoor thermal pool…and stand under a three-liter-per-second hot “fire hose” pipe for the most emphatic shower you can imagine…

Sigh. Later.