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Someone happened to leave the Saturday paper next to the chair that I chose in the breakfast room this morning. The puzzle was, yes, intact. My guardian angel was looking out for me.

Unfortunately, said angel was on a break this evening when I assholishly dropped my book into the tub. (No, not your book; it was the new one Kirsten bought me.) Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why am I an asshole? I hadn't dropped a book in a tub since I was a kid.

Anyhow. The Ghosts and Legends tour was nice. They change up the stories so we didn't have any repeats from last time, but one of the storytellers was the same; the American Indian girl who waves her hands around. She's good. And the weather was very, very fine. Gorgeous.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention