I'm asleep. You can tell, can't you?

Rain, rain, rain. The next person who tells me how horrible the weather is needs a sharp kick in the ankle.

Meanwhile, I am nearly done with far too many projects (woo!) and a little alien has come to visit me. He is sitting with giganto-Poppet (who thinks her name might be Astrid) and they contrast very nicely. There will at some point be pictures. A great many of them, I suspect.