I wasn’t sure whether to go with the above or the famous Mark Twain line about “reports of my death [being] greatly exaggerated.”
Suffice it to say, I am presently undeceased – although February seemed to be keen on testing that proposition. The past month has been what an old friend used to call a ‘Mongolian Clusterfuck.’ Apparently, that is an actual t…
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