THE THIRD TRANSPORT IS AWAY

Well, that's THAT.  I don't know about you, but I emerge from the last stages of writing a book like I've just been on a week-long bender, wondering where my pants are and why I have a funny taste at the back of my mouth.  Now begins a two-week period of compulsory detox so that I can take care of life admin, reacquaint myself with that very excellent thing called food, and purge my body of any remaining poisons by drawing dinosaurs. A LOT.  After that, I believe there are some pirates who require attention.