Hey Sleek, love your (season's) greetings. I just learned what a wee dram is, and I'm partial. As for no internet 'til Monday, my email software stopped working a little while ago (while I was emailing Lynn), and gave me a good scare, but after a re-start and some cleanup, it's all gravy. As my poor iBook's over 3 years old and frequently complains about a too loaded HD, it's always in the back of my mind than someday – it might happen. Last time it happened (last year in Paris) I was crying like a baby – publicly. Which might have been a first. A computer crash is truly traumatic. (Obviously not as bad as a serious car crash though, not in a million years. A crash from a 15 feet halfpipe coping? I like. The one that can hurt you is a quarterpipe, but a quarterpipe's one of my favorite objects in the world.)
And a solemn promise: no more highjackings.
And a solemn promise: no more highjackings.
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