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In the door last night at 11:30 then spent the next 3 1/2 hours trying to download my 465 messages (the ones not already deleted on my laptop) as the program kept crashing so that I had to delete some email 15 times (no exaggeration). Plus my program delighted to reconfigure itself so I couldn't read the new "look"--Jim Freund helped me get it back to looking normal today. It's still crashing, but not as often. Aighhhh..
More later.
Glad to me home. Cats are happy. I'm more than halfway unpacked, going through mail and packages, etc.
More later.
Glad to me home. Cats are happy. I'm more than halfway unpacked, going through mail and packages, etc.
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I'm really glad I had a chance to come by Dark Delicacies and see you. I'm working my way slowly through the pile of books I came home with. I'd completely forgotten about the Burroughs quote that opens Blood is Not Enough. But then I think when I first read it I'd never actually known any vampires. ;)