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I am mollified. After a honking long time of my knee cursing and screaming even louder than I was, I grumped down onto the couch, propped my leg up on the back cushions, and napped-- incredibly strange dreams included. By the time I awoke, a few hours later, it'd given up the pain ghost. It's subsided now into cosmetic damage, though I'm sure my skin doesn't see it that way: it's a mass of oozy plasma and chunks of neosporin in a largeish splotch of scabbing blood.
Oh, I'm sorry, were you eating? Do forgive.
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peacockharpy out of the mists of time. Huzzah! (Waves a hearty hello!) I've thought of you many, many times over the years, and looked for you, but couldn't find you. How did you find me? And did you see the photos I took of the old homestead, so to speak?
I'm also somewhat relieved that the woman for whom the new tartan set was being made called today and told me, very nicely, that if it wasn't going to be done this week, she's in no rush, and to take my time. Which is good, as I realised while putting it together that I'd miscut one of the side panels, and have to redo it. Not that this is much of a loss: she's 28.5-24-28. Yes, I know. Don't even say it. It simply means I can recut with minimal annoyance-- and minimal fabric.
But on the other side of the planet, so to speak, all my love to you,snugglyevil. I'm so sorry. I wish to G-d I couldn't say I feel your pain, but I do. And I'm so sorry. I love you. You know I'm here if you need me.
Oh, I'm sorry, were you eating? Do forgive.
All of this, you understand, has proved worth it, as it brought
peacockharpy out of the mists of time. Huzzah! (Waves a hearty hello!) I've thought of you many, many times over the years, and looked for you, but couldn't find you. How did you find me? And did you see the photos I took of the old homestead, so to speak?I'm also somewhat relieved that the woman for whom the new tartan set was being made called today and told me, very nicely, that if it wasn't going to be done this week, she's in no rush, and to take my time. Which is good, as I realised while putting it together that I'd miscut one of the side panels, and have to redo it. Not that this is much of a loss: she's 28.5-24-28. Yes, I know. Don't even say it. It simply means I can recut with minimal annoyance-- and minimal fabric.
But on the other side of the planet, so to speak, all my love to you,
snugglyevil. I'm so sorry. I wish to G-d I couldn't say I feel your pain, but I do. And I'm so sorry. I love you. You know I'm here if you need me.