A year without words? I suppose it is time to fess up. I've caught a mild form of a highly contagious disease called avyarta kalatvam. Symptoms include: running around like a crazy woman, singing at the top of your lungs, washing pots at midnight, going to sleep way too early when others your age are just getting ready to go out, and saying words like "benediction moon." As you can see, this disease has rendered me utterly useless and miserable. Please pray for me.