I am sorry, but it’s true.
I planned to write this evening when Paul was gone, but he stayed home and quite near the computer. OK, OK, he was doing some work. But he’s still not gone. In fact, he’s reading over my shoulder (OUT LOUD!) as I type.
Lucky Reader, tonight is not your night, nor will tomorrow be, as I have a meeting. Hopefully, I can hit it Thursday.
My constant companion is complaining about the seating, but is he moving? No.
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