Shy Distillate Couscous
I am working like crazy trying to get my lecture out of retirement- today I got all the slides into the carousel again but now have to edit them back- too many for my little hour lecture if I tell the stories as I go! And this full carousel doesn't include any pieces since 2001. Oops.
I was hauling bags of stuff to go to Goodwill the other day and my clicker
fell out of the car and broke itself on the cement floor.
So I called Cousin Jacques, the garage door expert, to see who I should get to fix it and he immediately took me under his wing and arranged to come see what's what. Here he is, arriving to see what's going on.
Now ya see, whenever there has been an issue with one of the clickers, and there are 18 of 'em in use here, if we fix ONE clicker, all of the rest of them go out. So Cousin Jacques consulted with his tribe of experts and decided we would throw caution to the winds and program my new clicker. I hauled my ladder down to the basement and he fiddled
with the offending door-opening machine until it worked. Now I am sitting in my dark apartment waiting for the angry herds of dwellers to return home with buckets of tar.
And tar we have in abundance, here is the view across the street from my living room- please note the guy scratching his ass for me. TY thinks they hired Sanford and Son to do this roof work. I look forward to the rains...
And now I must cancel the paper, finish the lecture, read the mail, pay the bills, pick up the prescription from the pharmacy, figure out dinner, walk Molly, drop off my stuff for the crit meeting I will miss, and deal with the stomach ache I got from eating three candies Harry and David mailed to my MIL who has been dead over a year. Even if I die I can't report it as poisoning, because I TAMPERED WITH HER MAIL.
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