The monstrosity which is...
Valentine's is coming. Which is fantastic.
Love is good. Actually, love is incorrect. Partly because it is good.
I'm too stressed to explain that, but Van Morrison has an extensive catalog on this issue and he's a better writer than I.
So, happy doo to you and yours if I don't return before Saturday.
Alby has become quite the blog joke at this point, but if I felt moved to I would wish him proper unsuspicious etymology. I feel an Alby letter coming on....if I get to it.
My blogging has turned quite erratic now that my life is about to settle (*about* to. We're hoping).
Strange, isn't it.