A Doozy of a Makina

and I climbed down from the gleaming spacecraft, and stood on solid ground - nay, literally the Earth - for the first time in more than six weeks. I waved goodbye, as per Pergelliac custom, with my forearm at a 90-degree angle from my upper arm, and my hand down and fingers flapping, to my rescuers, as they soared back into the heavens.

So much had happened since that night when I was snatched from my deep sleep and taken into The Cloud. But I don't want to bore you with the details.

Now where am I? Right, back in Missouri for a bit.