WTH every week can leave you speechless lately. It's swampy, as Paul observed earlier. Just about a steam room area, not in the steam room itself, just around it. Soggy, ill-feeling. This is the sort of life pattern that leads to a night at Rudy's. And we all know that nothing good comes from going to Rudy's.
To add to the general outsized bizarrity of life, Stevil's playing his Recycled Radio Show right now
and it's strangely synched up with our local television station's auction
I've submutted my column to Vermont Views (late) but it's not online yet. When it is, I'll post it.
Meanwhile, eat comfort foods, wear comfort clothing, do comforting things. The world has sharp edges.
Eye Don't Believe It.
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