A day just for women. Of the youngish sort. That means not me. I'm not youngish anymore. I don't think I'm oldish, though. That makes me mediumish. I don't like the sound of that. Mediumish. Nope, has no ring to it.
Jonathan is fleeing the premises with the promise of moving office furniture for John, so I get the house to myself for the afternoon. I'll finish the last chapter of the textbook, and with hope, will have it up and running by next week. Phew, that's been a drag on my time, but I do have a sense of accomplishment. The next one is already percolating in my brain.
So, for now, that's all folks.
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