I hear everybody's succumbing

Spent the day at home, and feel much better now. Did some knitting, but avoided working on any of the baby clothes I'm making for a friend, just in case whatever I had is still contagious. (Though I suppose that if it is, then anything in my apartment might be touched by it . . . but still, knitting would make it that much closer.)

Back to work tomorrow. Hope there wasn't a huge query-dump while I was away.

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A Coupla Blue Wizards Sittin' Around Talkin'

"So, want to succumb?"
"What?"
"I hear everybody's succumbing. Except that swot Gandalf."
"Well, yes, of course except Dynamite Dick, but what in the name of Feanor's balls are you on about?"
"Succumbing. You know."
"Up until this very instant I thought I did. What do you think it means?"
"Well, I mean, you know —" [whispers]
"I see. Well, in actual fact, succubi may be involved in certain particular cases, not that I am going to mention names, but I believe you have once again managed to grasp the warg by the wrong end."
"Oh. Want to do it anyway?"
"Yeah, bugger this for a game of Rohirrim. Let's go into the West."
"What's in the West?"
"Vegas, Ithron baby, Vegas."

-- John M Ford