So I got back Sunday afternoon, slept for 18 hours, caught the Lovely Bride's cold, and am dragging myself around the house like some tomb-lost lich, bemoaning my fate and trying to keep up with various promises.
More later, when I recover. Promise.
An Eight Word Review of Pullman's (672 page) New Book
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"They paved Paradise and put up a parking lot"
1 week ago

