a grouse with completely feathered feet


Ok, the computer genius that I just married has gotten things up and running. Cables have been lain, though not transatlantically. Hard to believe Ptarmigan is almost 1 year old. Settling back into routine. Pictures maybe as they become available. Silence is twice as nice if you have a sharer. With writing, I've taken the crossroads with me like sticky chess, knapsacked a myriad of different destinations for later arrayment down the road, as in a picnic lunch, an apple, a pringles.


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