I have had WAY the hell too much family of origin in the last thirty-six hours, but have no hope of escaping before sometime tomorrow. I feel likely to need some come-down help once I’m home.
AND I’m having an arthritic flare in my left shoulder and elbow, just for lagniappe.
The long-running rent-seeking battle with the dairy alligator lobby continued. Fnord.
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