On this, another cold and frosty et al and, in the midst of the standard post-Sunday-visit hangover minus inebriative prior fun/regret, my desire to meet an owner of a Chucky Cheese who will let me bring Kirby in to play in the ball pit has grown exponentially: this is my dream(state), now.

I think I finished re/emergence0005 but I'm not sure (welcome, Tyler, to the finalization stage; flow was wonderful, wasn’t it?). A period of printing and reading aloud will thus ensue. Still more or less sure that I remain on target to send it off to EJK by Thanksgiving; this one's been percolating for awhile now. Good feeling to relieve the pressure (cooker).

My blood has triggered another alarm. The day awaits.