My deepest apologies. My writing muse and I appear to be going through a rough patch. In utter desperation, I have turned to my drawing muse who, while happy to have some attention, has never advanced beyond the level of newsprint tablets and very large pencils, and still gets round-eyed and sweaty at the thought of the Big Box of Crayolas. So, due to my abject desire to offer
something, you get a scribble. (Also, I totally fail at calendars. I sign up and forget to post. But since no one is listed for today, I'm hijacking this opening.)
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