Nine days after my birthday. Twelve days until I fly out. All is good in the world except for three hiccups. Nothing that Guiness can't push back. (and no, that is not Sir Alec). But a bridge would work. Or a shrubbery. Note to self: make a shrubbery. A nice one, with a weak edges, a strong back and a weak front. Waiter, reload
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