One or two of you once asked aloud if any of us have been buried twice, before. I can tell you that dirt is quite an annoyance to get out of bedsheets; it is unfortunate that it could not simply end up elsewhere, as I am certain we would have slept easier if that were the case. Unlife is evidently not to be so easy.

All is the same here. Nothing out of the ordinary and naught to speak of in the way of new discoveries or events. I do not know if this is fortunate or not, just yet, but I shall hope we have more to report later. -E-S.