Man, you're not kidding about the trans-fat thing, either! I was perfectly horrified at the doctor's office to see what my weight was, and it's food diaries and no trans-fat at all for ages, for me. -_-

No inspection--see above--but I'm counting on my peasant hardiness to see me through anyway. Colds never stick with me for too long, because I'm not fertile ground for that sort of thing.

Your card is in the mail, but I also have a little present for you that I forgot to send along. It shall be in the mail forthwith. Or at least, you know, when I get off my behind and et to the post office.