Whew. Tonight I ran and then played tennis. I think I died somewhere back around 7pm and all that is carrying me now is rigor mortis (good gawd did I misspell that).
But more importantly, I am here or my spirit is here to tell all that, no, to INSIST that anyone not already a reader of this young man go directly to Mr. Grimm and check out his work. He wrote a story inspired by the picture of my old template and the caption I wrote.
You won't be sorry, I promise.
G'night.