Holiday Note: First Working Day

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The new year has begun brilliantly at this end, with the first piece of misdirected email since I don’t know when. To a very nice guy whom I see at parties on Claremont Avenue, and who was kind enough to write a proper note after we connected at Facebook, I wrote,

Blah blah blah. Tell me something I don’t know.

XOXO (short for “toxic gas”)

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Ooops! As anybody can tell, my message was meant for Fossil Darling, who had just insulted me (instead of thanking me for providing his useless and unloved existence with a warm and loving home-like atmosphere on New Year’s Day) by calling me a “vile and miserable being.” (Not even human being!) I don’t know if all the ‘splainin’ in the world is going to get me out of this one.

After Fossil and LXIV headed home last night, Kathleen and I hunkered down to watch The King and I closely — very closely. No elephant prod!

I’ll explain later. Happy New Year!