“Cremation is my last hope for a smokin’ hot body.” ~ Unknown
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In today’s episode of “Where’s Podge?” We found him under a desk, checking the ports, including my ports. In fact, I moved from one cubicle to another across the room, where the ports are actually located. I expect I’ll have at least one of my machines wired by the time I return on Monday. And poor Podge? We’re praying for him as he navigates the unnavigable stream of incommunication. In the meantime, I’m gearing up for tomorrow’s artist reception at the Wellness Center and a massive yard sale on Friday and Saturday. Come Sunday, I dare anybody to show up at my door, because I’m going to sleep until I wake up naturally, then sleep some more. I promise to feed the dogs between naps.
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