More hold music

The excuses have become so rote by now that you can churn them out yourselves. But a perfectly lovely weekend devolved into a Sunday alternately spent sleeping and becoming intimately familiar with the tile on the bathroom floor.

I’m still in the ginger-ale-and-crackers phase of recovery, but I’ll be back soon. Thanks for your patience.


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