Between the water and the factories that have become houses
That my godchild turned fifteen today is not proof of linear time, but I rejoice in it. He is a long-limbed treasure with zero chill. I have been shown evidence of him celebrating a successful escape room with milkshakes and cookies and friends.
spatch's foot was not broken by the speaker which fell onto it yesterday, just bone-crunched and blood-bruised in the ways for which elevation and painkillers are recommended. It does show evidence of an old healed injury that delightfully caused his X-ray results to come up "Abnormal." Paging Marty Feldman.
I have secured what looks like a romantic espionage thriller from 1949 that I had no idea existed until last night when I heard a mid-century radio speedrun of it and my plan for the rest of the evening is to read it and not move. The winter storm is still currently raining.
I have secured what looks like a romantic espionage thriller from 1949 that I had no idea existed until last night when I heard a mid-century radio speedrun of it and my plan for the rest of the evening is to read it and not move. The winter storm is still currently raining.

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It was great!
He tried something new at hot pot, but tteokbokki took him down texturally and the rest of the meal was ramen only!!, and his --friends gave me a run for my money on sheer numbers of little velveted shrimp. Apparently E. has six cats (Gardnerians!) and A. has taken to referring to you as Aunt S in the wild.
Aw! I am delighted by that. Tteokbokki was a brave try for a birthday. Now I wish I had all those little velveted shrimp.
DEAR UNIVERSE, IT WOULD SEEM CHILL IS NOT A HERITABLE TRAIT.
Do we know anyone who has it? Where would we import it from?