Monday. Had a quiet hatchday dinner with dad @ Blooie's. Ate one of my perennial favs - boring yummy pork chops. The pig always wins. Somehow.. one starts to lose count of the yrs once past the magic line of 25 eh. =P
Thursday, and the brain is in a congested jam. Too much talk and the grey matter can almost recite phrases in dreams. A crucial decision? I think I need a swim.
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