Gee, did you miss me?
The story of the moment is that it's HOT out there, and when it's hot out there it's extra hot in my apartment. That fact in itself leads to all of the above.
Well, everything except the program, I guess.
Anyway, I've got to run. Ok, not literally run. That'd be stupid, considering that my ankle's still swollen from the weekend. Let's just say that I've got to stop typing. That's more accurate.
Enjoy the pasqueflower or prairie crocus or purple thing or whatever you feel like calling it today. Call it Fred if you like. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't mind.
Later, folks.
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