In the middle of a Tempest.

Back later.

Here's summat pretty to look at while you wait.

Remember those posters in the 70's, with the wee kitty cat, hanging from a tree branch that said, "Hang in there, Baby. Friday's Coming"? Horrible, I know.

Had easy duplication of art prints been available at the time, the mid-1800's, when the Preraphaelite brotherhood was going strong, posters like those featuring our Miranda here would have carried the same message. Imagine the wee 'uns coming home from a hard day at the boot-blacking factory, or textile mill, taking hope that the end was, indeed, near. Because an early death of consumption might very well make that true.

Hang in there, Baby.