buttony muddle-headed...

It's been a busy week. If I had the choice to hit my head with a log, I would have had done it and slept off 'til the week ended. My work required a lot of patience and whatever that is that's needed when you're just new at something. Tolerance, perhaps. It makes me feel so old that as I looked at my daughter, I thought we were at both ends of a spectrum. She, a bud while I, a despicably rotten fruit. Tsk. I can't even write a decent rant. Hay.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I lost my copy of this 1965 controversial book by Jerzy Kosinski. Mine actually has a different illustration. I'm pretty sure I lent it to someone. I actually have few suspects. So if you do have my copy, give it back. Don't worry. I won't bite off your head and beat you with it. But your arms will do...jk.

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