Signing off

This post was written by Friday guest blogger Annie Reid.

That’s all for me. The Newt returns on Monday or so, whenever she has unberibboned herself and clambered down from the heights of the tree to which we tied her this morning. The angel was missing, and after too much breakfast eggnog and the characteristic holiday-induced lack of judgement, it seemed like a good idea. But Maud squirms too much to be truly ornamental. She is better suited to the keyboard.

See you soon.


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