I came home and found a couple of prints and a letter waiting for me. Both photographs of a desk - one with a laptop playing Wilco (How to fight loneliness) and a crucifix behind, and the other a laptop displaying the buff, hairy torso of a male bodybuilder with a photo of Virginia Woolf's profile propped up on top of the laptop. Evidently I can't describe photographs. But they were amazing, and all the more so for being unexpected. Thank you - and all the sanity that reason and circumstance allow to you too.