Ain’t it a kicker. Wottaworld.

Let us all leave messages to eachother like bouquets in a handbasket to hell, and wave at each other in every millimetre’s descent.

DOING FINE, HOW ARE YOU?

Fuss mightily below; like the rapidly-extinguishing whales we might keen to each other as we migrate toward our point of extinction.  Having wonderful time; wish you were here.