Happy happy joy joy, happy happy joy joy!
The Doctor had expected to spend today ramming through the rest of his marking with the manic speed of a Benny Hill chase. But, lo and yeah! A brief reprieve has come, so I can slow the pace a bit and amble (nay, saunter!) through the last. Sure, that doesn't mean much to any of you, but it means a fair bit 'round these humble quarters. The Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen are gettin' jiggy with it old school. Wheee!
So, what's the Not-So-Good Doctor going to do? Well, he isn't going to Disneyland, that's for certain, but somewhere there are empty pint glasses whispering sweetly his patient syllables.