The phone's been ringing about every five to ten minutes since I got back.
I came home to 37 e-mails, plus the postal mail (which I still haven't finished opening - beetiger, the package arrived safely!).
I cannot handle both the phone and my life today. Therefore, I am turning off the phone. If you need me, e-mail me; I'll be flitting through the room where the computer lives fairly frequently. If it's not urgent, e-mail me sometime else. I need space, y0.
It will be better tomorrow, when I have more than 5 minutes of alone time. Shadesongs require solitude and writing time.
Anyway. Yes. The phone is off. Thank you.