Made glorious summer by this son of York.
I hope all's well with you.
I just returned home to discover I'm still a man rich in cats. Contented cats, as cats tend to be when anything they're used to changes a bit. Such as someone they're used to having around fairly consistently leaves for a spell. Makes them happy. Adds variety to their lives. Contentment. Which they communicate by finding interesting places to upchuck, etc.
While I was gone I made the horrifying discovery that there used to be a lot of violence in the world.
Which, of course, is no longer the case.