Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase.
-Marilion, Bitter Suite
Well, not unexpectedly, the Kitty Train, which left Louisiana on Friday, should finally be here tomorrow. I look forward to meeting the good Doctor.
Work is fine. House is clean. And warm. So delightfully warm. It's been a brutal winter.
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