So sleepy, got off work this morning, slept for two hours, made noises like a dying fish when the alarm clock went off at 10:15am, and got myself to the dentist for emergency re-filling. (I heart my dentist. I’m phobic, didn’t go for ten years, but Bruce got me back into dental health. Plus, he always has all the latest gadgets, computerized teeth imaging, DVD-on-demand, today it was a new little camera on a toothbrush-looking thing, which took an instant image that they showed me on a screen in front of my chest — look, we’re going to fix this here and here, and OH MY GOD, no, I guess that’s okay, we’ll leave that alone.)
So little-to-no sleep. This to say: I am woefully remiss in emails — there are about twenty in my inbox of the Reply variety. You know the kind. There are emails that you can dash out and clear from your inbox in about thirty-two seconds, and then there are those lovely ones that you want to take your time with…. I’ve had no time. Slap-dashing this post together is all I’ve got today. If I owe you an email, please know it’ll be coming. Soon. Ish.
Tonight I’ll be seeing my girl, for the second time in almost a month, literally, and tomorrow I’ll be headed south for turkey. Hope yours is nice, loving, and yarnful.
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