Friday, December 16

FAVORITE THINGS . . .

I love it when, for some reason, I'm up at four in the morning, and I send an email to Sun, forgetting that she's on the Wrong Coast and thus three hours behind me and thus still awake for a reasonable reason, and she writes back with just one arch question:

"up a bit late, are we?"

Oh, man.
Totally busted.

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