Last night I had an adventurous dream in which we saved many people from terrorists. It was a lot of work, and only a very few people got killed. Then I got up sleepy and dopey, had some coffee, and somehow managed to drop everything, lose everything, run up and down the stairs too many times, and finally arrive at work grumpy. Life: Pretty good, but I could really use those lottery winnings.
My friend farawayhelen has journeyed to Merry Old England and asked about publishing a blog. I said, "How hard can it be?" And that, my dear friends, is that.
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