I wish I could tell you about today. It will, I think, turn out to be important. It will also, I think, turn out well.
I can, however, say I’m exhausted. And I’m going to bed.
Not much of a post, I know. In this one instance, that’s how it’s going to have to be.
Uncle Crappy 
I hope all’s well for you.
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For me? Doing fine. For the thing I had to take care of? I think the outlook is promising. Thanks for asking.
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