Ah, 'tis nearly the end of a productive - and frustrating - day off. I got through all the "to do" items on my list: calling for an oil delivery, going to the post office, shopping at Shaw's (one of my most hated stores), and getting the pheasant ready to cook. Heck, I called the oil place this morning, and they'd been at my house before I even got
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