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In case Mr. Basil dies of cold eastern winds, his life should be remembered. Oh, when I brought you home you were so tiny, sickly, and yellow. Now my planty has turned from a jaundiced baby into a thriving shrub of plant matter.
Tonight I need to pretend to be an editor for Harper's Magazine and give copy-editing suggestions for this 417 assignment. Whooo. I had a nice surprise this afternoon when Andy gave me a large bottle of tasty Franziskaner beer and one of his favorite cigars as a 'thank you' for cutting his hair yesterday. It was totally unexpected, but really nice of him. The beer was appreciated a few hours later with dinner.