I was sitting around checking my email updates from The Journal of Cerebral Blood Flow & Metabolism ( Don’t ask ) when a friend stopped by on her way to a weekend in the mountains.
This friend likes to talk politics — not boyfriends, hiking — not shopping, so I never mind when she stops in on her way …
Patrick.
Wondering what could I make, I thought of a cake, but you know I can’t bake. This is better for your sake.
We must bask in the light of the few weeks a year in which we are the same age.
Happy Birthday sweet esoteric wombat.
Tomorrow, or today as it is now, I’m heading to a dour city, though I hear there is a casino, (probably only slots I’m not sure) to solicit support for an organization I belong to. A multi state district convention of a national civic organization is going to hear a presentation by none …
