A random shuffle of cards, the intricacy of placing pool balls, and an average of two thousand words to type for subject w, x, y and z.

I've been pretty much a blur, shutting in and out, being a zombie on the run. There are constant smiles and laughter, occasional tears and frowns but that's all part of this monotony. There's also a bug crawling around Andy's keyboard but that's okay. It appears to have a broken wing, its frail legs carrying its body weight across the mouse wire. Okay, declaration: I am a victim of weighing scales. And with you, I just need time to digest the whole scenario.

Okay, poker time! :)