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No, I Won’t Eat That.

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

Happy Birthday Wombat

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.

Work, Friends, and so on.

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