God tempers all the winds for the new-shorn lambs

Am not dead. Lessee.

( Things I have been doing, condensed format. It is all depressing. In all honesty, I do not recommend actually reading it. )

eramundo was just here on a visit, and was as usual, a delightful and industrious doozer. She hung, like, seven pictures for me, fixed my television, fixed my lamp wiring, made breakfast every morning, and very graciously put up with me nearly causing at least two major traffic accidents while driving her both to and from the airport. Everyone needs a Lunar in their life, basically. If I could lure her and twigcollins down to Maryland, I would. Unfortunately, they both keep seeing right through all the pit-traps I prepare.