Since it has finally cooled down to a tolerable degree here in the northwest corner of Bayou Paradise, Your Beloved Blog Editrix, Who Loves Each and Everyone of You will be spending her early Saturday at the Gun Club exercising her over & under, and hopefully a late dinner at Ernest's Orleans. Consequently, there will be no posting to dazzle, raise blood pressure numbers or excite your gray matter today.
So, against my better judgement, my lawyers advice, and close advisors' insistence against, I turn this wandering platform of small units of orderly symbols with derivational and inflectional morphology over to the readers for the day. So dawn your Blogger Thongs and let it rip. Use the coasters. And don't even think about the box of Eclairs in the fridge.
I'll be checking in.
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