My apologies for the dearth of posts. Last night was the monthly healing Eucharist at San Gabriel, which is always wonderful, and tonight I met with someone for dinner. When I got home I did not have much energy for blogging either night. All is well, and our exploration of T. S. Eliot will resume.
Sing sweetly, my naughty nightingales!
--the BB
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No apologies, Paul. You write lots when you write, so we're good with the spaces.
Just not long ones. ;)
Thanks, Ralph. I have a hot date tomorrow, so no promises about THIS weekend. LOL.
A hot date? You shameless Hussy! I couldn't resist saying that. I love the opportunity to say Hussy. . .3>
Hussy? Hey, I cleaned house downstairs and plan to feed him. Sounds respectable to me. (But yes, he's a sweetie and this is second date, so I'm trying to impress.)
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