Mayday in (very) brief

Winterhof had our Mayday today. And I'm sick. Everything between the nose and the upper chest is congested.

So I skipped the Maypole dance, watching the others do it from the deck (actually that worked out, my sitting out made it an even number). And I handed the ritual script over to Dan, who performed it. And then we ate, and had our annual viewing of The Wicker Man (Edward Woodward/Christopher Lee version, of course).

And I feel like crap still, so goodnight.