The C.S.O. and I are worn down, on account of a long (300+ miles) day trip we took yesterday. Yes, it was a winery run. And a distillery run. And a prosciutto, sausage, and cheese run. And it gave us both...well, never mind. Anyway, I have a host of chores to attend to this fine Sunday the first of June, so I beg your indulgence until tomorrow.
Besides, you needn’t feel that you’ve been utterly deprived of my drivel. There’s always my fiction, right? Right?
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