Grey and Iva are well. He's considering the place he wants to make for himself in the world.
Clint has been chibied.
I've been well-fed lately. Isamu made me sushi (which I'm not really supposed to eat but how could I say no when he was being so sweet?), and Mortimer took me out for a burger in the middle of the night because I wanted one.
I hope Isamu's amnesia goes away soon, but I'll miss this sweet sushi-making-and-singing him.
Work has been work. It's getting...tricky. Trying to juggle one too many chainsaws at once. So, if I disappear suddenly, I've likely been called on the carpet and am either in Albany or France trying to make things better.