One more workday to slog through, and tomorrow morning we're off to Ithaca for a subculture convention, a few White Elephant Burlesque shows, and, presumably, courting Odysseus's wife.
I'm long winded. Getting my thoughts down to a punchier, more digestible form is an ongoing goal, and one I practice with varying degrees of success in comments to other people's blogs. But this is my house, and here I can stretch out on the couch.
That last doesn't strike me as a good idea for some reason that I can't put my finger on.
ReplyDeleteIt was okay. The food was good, but I've never been much of a shot with a bow.
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