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I'm heading for the east coast's lands end, in just a few minutes. With a monster hangover. For the first day of vacation, there was more to do than a week of work. Plus extras, like a last minute batch of hot sauce to assemble, a minor calamity with the Miata key (84 miles from home, at 2 AM)... and a late evening visit from the Devil's Advocate. So now, I'm fighting the urge to rush my guts out... it's Island Time. So I tell myself. No updates 'til Sunday... no computer at the shore. We'll survive. |
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