So looks...
I'm readin' the Fjordian archives as a way to pass teh time betwixt now and the celebrashin of "The Toast Of The Town's" somtink or other birthday tonite...which once again brings up the multi-headed hydra of "birthday row."
*shudders*
"birthday row" is a horribly festive convergence of a series of birthdays (I think there's now six...including mine) which is the yearly party equivalent of having your head struck repeatedly by a full-size cinder block. This now lasts for the next three weeks, and there is no escape. I'm old enough now (97) where I can't really shake off a brutal "party" cinderblock assault and bounce back the next day/week/month. I want to say "no!" But tradition and my own sense of responsibility has purtty much locked me into another beating. So I'll just sign off here, walking proudly into a maelstrom , doffing of my hat and adding a jaunty, "Well, see yas on the other side!"
(This doesn't mean I won't be posting stuff, it just means I probly won't remember doing any of it.)
So there's not much to add... 'cept "Aloha."
-End Transmission-
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