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What a day, Dear Reader.
I worked overtime today, 8 to 530. So I had to deal with the strange thing that is drive-home traffic in town. I don't usually hit it. I hit it. It was strange.
So I went home (drove home during the drive-home... 'Magine that).
Got home, had a message from my mom, called her. Messed around for a little bit, called Sis.

I had left stuff.
And I wanted some Nalani lap-time.
But I hadn't left much stuff, you see.
My 2 flats of framed stuff (replica postcard advertisements and a travel ad from the Deco era... My first Rollins show poster/ticket).
A vase.
My incredibly huge fake Birkenstock sandals.
See?
Not much stuff.

But I called Sis. Went on over.
Picked up stuff.
Visited.
Went home.
Took up flats of frames. (I even opened them and emptied them.)
Remembered my soda.
Remembered Sic_un's request of 'Hey, bring over a pepper when you come over tonight?'.
On the way here, to Sic_un's, I had a horrible thing happen.
Turned onto Sic_un's street and realized....
I had left my camera, with HNT in it, on my loverly late 50's, early 60's Formica dining table. Right THERE...
So I borrowed Sic_un's web cam. Happy HNT, Dear Reader. It's been one of those days.