Our witch friend is conscious.

She's still not 100% but the prognosis seems good. If Bob Woodruff could recover, E can too.

The move to our new floor was a chaotic mess. I'm going to bungee the computer techs to one of the columns tomorrow and make them stay until they get all the network drops finished and all the printers situated and working. I like my new office. I've got four windows, lots more desk space, a view down onto Carondelet where I can watch the St. Charles streetcars glide off toward Canal. Oh, and I snaked a plant by shoving a sticker with my office number on it. The movers put it in a corner, but I dragged it over under a window so it will get some sunlight.

Camellia Grill reopens next month. When ratkrycek returns, I'm taking her there for breakfast. I hope to hell they keep the ambience and the attitude.