Their absence and my near-going and Tracy's being out this week align with other psychical factoroids like so many planets in a system of inkling indications lining up as if to say "Take it easy." And take it easy I shall, regardless, well okay with some regard, there-regarding.
Rec'd my first postcard in the poetry thing; it became, per instructions, my stepping-off point for the next one I send, going out today to Manchester England England. It was from one Celeste, in the town of my birth. That was cool.
The new international postcard stamp is round.