Great, now you've got me looking within to try to figure out why I wanted to comment. How long does this infinity thing go on for, anyway? I have a 9:00 meeting, you know.
Okay, I've been pining away for a good story for WAY too long my dear. I sincerely hope that you are physically well, mentally fit, and just undergoing a writer's block of some sort. I have truly missed you all around. Hurry up back. (Or at least send me another installment...)
My best crow, I've been feeling a story stirring, actually. It will certainly find its way to Auntie Terry once I've cut the umbillical cord.
I(we) was(were) just on Gotland again, and now every spare minute is spent weeding and planting and (unreasonably enough) fantasizing about making cheese.
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Great, now you've got me looking within to try to figure out why I wanted to comment. How long does this infinity thing go on for, anyway? I have a 9:00 meeting, you know.
Welcome back, Jeanne.
Looking within brings infinity? You're an immortal?? That explains a lot.
Goodness - when you come back you come back with a bang! That was too heavy for me to ponder before coffee.
Joe,
Uh-oh. Close your eyes and jump.
UTMG,
People do tend to say "Oh God" when I'm trying to get my point across.
Terry,
It was a realization that almost immobilized me the first time I stumbled across it, young and under the influence.
Best strike them down with lightning.
Steve,
I was aiming more towards the existential than the pragmatic source, but that will do, especially if it leads you here :)
Toast,
Lend me a bolt, will you? I've reached the end of my ration card.
I've got a ration card scam going on. Keep an eye on the post..
How's it going there , Ms. Blueberry soup? (just a fond tasty memory at this point... LOL)
Has Spring made it to beautiful downtown Sweden? It's here, with a vengence. Today was 85 degrees (Farenheit) and we feel roasted.
Spring, tra la la. It's Spring, tra la la. I'm planting and digging and building and watering, SPRING!!, tra la la.
Yes :)
Last night marked the end of the chocolate you sent. My Bear gave up hoarding it. It was divine.
oh. i always thought those were 8's. i was looking sideways. it all makes sense now.
Hows the picadilly going?
Rough times. The clown just won't bounce back up.
Okay, I've been pining away for a good story for WAY too long my dear. I sincerely hope that you are physically well, mentally fit, and just undergoing a writer's block of some sort. I have truly missed you all around. Hurry up back. (Or at least send me another installment...)
My best crow,
I've been feeling a story stirring, actually. It will certainly find its way to Auntie Terry once I've cut the umbillical cord.
I(we) was(were) just on Gotland again, and now every spare minute is spent weeding and planting and (unreasonably enough) fantasizing about making cheese.
Happy to see you.
How is the cheese coming?
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