My thanks to Usil for his very thoughful girft of a lovely, vanilla-scented Cape Cod Cloth (which I am tempted to use on my face to see if it can erase lines, wrinkles and bags under the eyes), as well as to Pug for his never-ending supply of Cohiba cigarillos :-)
Ryyannon was unfortunately very much under the weather - and you'd have to actually see what the weather is like here to fully appreciate the full significance of that metaphor - and hence his apology to those present for giving the impression of being more dead than alive.
The sheer quantity of the watches brought to the table literally made his head swim, but it was nice being able to try on a Fiddy (or two) and see that one can carry off actually wearing one....
As mentioned above, his beloved Panerai vintage 2533 was in the shop for an oil change and a tune-up, and ryyannon felt buck-nekkid without it.
The conversation - owning to his lack of life-force - was resolutely watch-oriented, with the exception of some fascinating information concerning the intelligence of various animals, insects and even - if ryyannon's failing memory still serves - various viruses.
Many of which he feels that he's hosting.