After spending the early Saturday hours bopping along the Florida highways
to Rachmaninoff (Can one legally “bop” to Rachmaninoff?), the middle Saturday
hours being stuck in harrowing, bumper-to-bumper traffic in central Alabama
(gridlock caused by trying to the flee the state, no doubt… born in Alabama,
such truths are allowed) and the late Saturday hours sleeping off the middle
Saturday hours, I am officially pooped and in poor humor.
So, I will force neither mood upon you this Sunday and bid you a fond
adieu until Monday.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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