I’m here.  Spent the day like a zombie, just tapped out, and did spend it en boudoir after I returned from Trader Joe’s early in the morning, filled with as most early riser are:  pleasant people.  Going back to bed, house is a mess, too tired to do anything.  Taping, “Bridge of Spies,” “Hollywood Homicide,” and some film, oh with what’s his name in it00″Gangs of New York.”

The first time I saw that, after all that had happened six years previously, went into it thinking, I had meant nothing, all those little somethings were just important to me, but then there were so many of them to view, I knew you had forgotten none of them.

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