Not long. Oh dear.
Then: freedom! To be followed by sleep. Possibly for a week. And then fixing all the things for the Mighty Paper.
But because one of my friends who I have never met is creative and wonderful, there was this happymaking thing:
And now I have been modelled in LEGO, with the first verse of
The First Flute, Played in Enceladus's Light: Five Voices. The best days are those when science and poetry overlap.
You folks should all go
vote for the names of Pluto's fourth and fifth moons. Charon, Nix and Hydra need mythological friends.
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