I'm fine. Really. Cool as a cucumber.
Right. As you were.
PS This post is totally unrelated to my Shabbat in Beis Yisroel with my Haredi third cousin, which happened to have been a lovely, albeit noisy, experience. Eight children make quite a racket, let me tell you. But I got lots of hugs and kisses from some very affectionate little girls and boys, so I'm happy. About that.