Goodbye, November. Hello, December.

Ah, it’s that time again. Of transitions and entry and going through the doors. What has happened since we said goodbye to October and then hello to November? I’m not sure. Probably lots of things! Let’s find out. How about this time we do it...

Sweetness for coming-in me.

Today’s post is a woem I wrote a week or so ago. A woem is a poem of woe! And grumbles. This is something we invented at McGrumblebug’s Whine Bar (a forum board disguised as a pub) in my Kitchen Table program. See: My weekend got eaten by bears! And, as it...
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