





Me, I sat in the picnic shelter happily munching on a hamburger patty grilled in manly fashion, and considered the possible names of the totemic sculptures to be found therein. (Erm. In the picnic shelter, not in my hamburger.)



(I sense I'm going to get letters about this.)

Meanwhile, poor Captain Midnight was recuperating from having had his wisdom teeth forcibly removed earlier in the day. He was sore and puffy, like a cheesed-off chipmunk. When we went home to check up on him and see how he was doing...

And something else as well... a whole slew of new trees in the side yard.


CM is coming along well enough after his trauma, subsisting on a steady diet of chocolate pudding and half-melted ice cream bars, and enjoying the pharmaceutical magic of Tylenol with codeine. I think he'll be back up to speed in a reasonable amount of time. Feel free to send him well-wishes in any case; I'm sure he'd enjoy them.
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