Thistle is still alive, apparently. I had thought he was lost forever in that region known as True Love Bliss but lo and behold, actual transmissions from the boy. He's such a funny kid. - - - - My schedule, or why mi casa will be a mess in the next few days and why I will be less of a people-person than usual: Tomorrow:
laundry after work, and possibly, reorganize
The pigstyification has already begun even as I type this: weekly periodicals more than a week old are still scattered about; credit card invitations that need to be shredded have yet to be shredded. It will get worse, naturally. Oh. Yay. Okay,
pigstyification is not a real word.
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