Damned hurricane bumped me out of my aprés vacances posting groove. Five hours this morning bailing water out of the basement of FirstNerve Manor. Knees so stiff I could barely make it up the stairs. Time to go horizontal on the couch with some Motrin as we get lashed by the last turn of Irene’s pinwheel.
Be back later with some fart material.
For the blog.
Don’t give me that look. You know what I mean.
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Now a distant memory.
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