quack quack quack Wooooooooooofffffff . . . You can interpret the above as a cleansing breath, or a deep sigh, or intestinal gas, it's all good by me. Thank you all so much for the support and good thoughts after dumping such a load of anger and spite into this space. I still jump and then wilt every time the phone rings, but then, I've realized that all I can do is . . . well, all I can do. Hubster already has his ducks at the ready if he needs to fly out while I'm already there, which currently includes getting a hotel room for us even if just for the couple of days he would be there, so I can have a place to decompress myself. I wanted to write just a little something so the previous entry wouldn't be sitting there for a few days while I travel and toss myself into the blender. What I had wanted to tell y'all today was that I had tickled my brain a little earlier because I had bought a cucumber early this morning, and then stashed it in my purse when I went to get my nails done. So for a brief time today, the following statement was absolutely, unequivocally true: "I'VE GOT A CUCUMBER IN MY PURSE AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!" Youse guys are great. Catchya later . . .
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