In the end, we're just animals tripping out and acting strange
I am back from the morning's dentist, I am back from the afternoon's doctor, I have a second booster in my shoulder: I am going to nap. I have been medically instructed to de-stress. Anyone got a spare million and a small island in the North Atlantic? I aten't dead.

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No, sadly my name ain't Morgan, nor is it J.P.; I do not own a
railroad companyspare island. You can tell because you aren't on one.*Many hugs.
*Well, and because no random island on this side of the North Atlantic has suddenly sprouted a bell tower.
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Thank you! It was a very medical, specifically dental week! I am still alive on the other side of it!
I appreciate the offer of the hypothetical island.
*hugs*