and then our exile

I have slept for most of today and feel I get (somewhat) better. Fever slightly abated.

Last night at the Berjaks': you may remember I was unaccepting of Abdul-Sattar Sahib's claim to "six letter roots"--it ended up as an ultimatum between myself and Babaji: were I right, he would make us a cheesecake. And the inverse if he were right. Guess what? I was right. And so: tomorrow=cheesecake. (!!)
At the Berjaks', though: an Arab feast. ^_^ Seriously. Mustafa and I are not able to eat for a week (excepting cheesecake).

What we did decide, though, was that when we restructure the UN, Papua New Guinea, Bolivia, Switzerland, Madagascar and Bangladesh are going to replace current P5-nations as veto-holding permanent members of the SC.

Second toe from left on my right foot is now in the process of developing a mighty ingrown nail. Doctor consulted (ie, OF) says to leave it for a bit. Only problem: Birkie? The Will must overcome physicalities.