She's not back yet, though, so I have time to share a weird experience: on the radio this morning, between the weather forecast and the news headlines, they simply announced "Today is the sixtieth birthday of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales", followed by an orchestral verse of the national anthem. I feel like we're living in the olden days, or an American's view of what quaint little olde Englande is like. I mean, for fuck's sake. He's our emergency back-up figurehead, a century too late to be a death away from relevance.
OK, she's back, I'm gone. Peace out, y'all.