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Not all gloom, at least.

Well, I'm sure all of you have been dreadfully worried by those last few posts. But fear not, not all is Sturm und Drang in Palmerland. Afterall, after a sour morning, Saturday afternoon and evening turned out quite fantastic. Gorgeous boys and hearty laughs were had by all.

Meanwhile I've been doing a modest share of writing, as I shared on the litting blog yesterday…. It's been fairly a marvelous feeling, writing; I only wish I were more consistent.....


Today I'm enjoying a glamorously serene evening on the porch with my mom and grandmother. It's simply lovely; cool and gentle, with some birdsong and beloveds.


I really hope my store doesn't suddenly decide they need me tonight. At least, not before I've had a moment or two to enjoy this.



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