Oh, you know. So easy to get distracted by the beauty of the natural world in weather like this.

[Sigmund has to hunch his shoulders and neck a little to fit his head under the umbrella, something he will undoubtedly regret later, but not right now. Is he going to sneeze again? Is he? Is he... okay, no. After about fifty years of indecision, he lowers his arm.]

But I'm fine, I swear. Sorry about that. Chances are it's just a little further out.