dynamic elf

I just got asked to do a really interesting favor for a friend. I mean, sure, it's up my alley, but I hardly know the third party involved! I mull. It might be fun.

In other news, Rob sent me these greetings (re: his baby):

Hope y'all are doing well, and that you haven't grown so fat that your
body weight has doubled, your wrists have disappeared, and you sometimes
lose toys inside the folds in your thighs. Stuart has.