Could this be the other day, the one I have been waiting for? You know, it will all be fine, another day? Well, I have decided that yes, this is indeed that day. Nothing particularly wondrous has happened. A friend who left her purse here dropped by to pick it up, with another friend, and the house was its usual disaster, and I was in the middle of mowing the front psuedo-lawn, and not at my most sartorially splendid, either. And none of that mattered. Because this is that other day! Now, I am on my way to Costco as we are perilously low on dog food, which makes the fur people surly, and we want everyone to be happy on this day of days. Pressing onward here.
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