How my weekends can be as insane as my weeks baffles me. But, alas, gentle readers, it's been, well, insane. Le Muse remains buried under her famous blanket of woe. She reaches out to snatch up the goodies left by my fabulous fledglings then moans about the cruel shortness of time and vanishes again, leaving me twisting in the wind with nothing
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