I know I owe you photos, etc. but I have a really, really good excuse.
A splint on my left hand. Which makes it very hard to type.
So in a few days, I will catch you up on my Middle East trip. Until then, I am nursing a sprained thumb, really wishing it was broken so I’d have a cast (and my first ever broken bone) and then when people asked me how I broke my hand, I could answer:
Riding a camel.
Cross my heart. That’s the truth.
Further details TK (that’s “to come” in publishing lingo).