My dear friend has provided me with a luxury spa day, during which I’ll be sugar-scrubbed, et cetera, from head to tip-of-toe, and then one final pedicure before departing for Sub-Saharan Africa. I opted out of the Moorish mud wrap. What makes mud Moorish? Is that moorish as in Yorkshire Britain, or Moorish as in Cordoba? Regardless, I’m choosing something to do with yoghourt and honey, arguably Moorish, sans mud. Thanks, Joan. You’re spoiling me rotten. Does that make me rotten to the Corps? We can only speculate.