Steaming out key bushings at the kitchen stove last night, my daughter wandered out from the Troll cave to find out what the smell was. She thought it smelled pretty peculiar, but not all that unpleasant. She declined when I offered her some, and as she went back to the cave for the remainder of the evening, it occurred to me. Here I stand, removing sheep parts from tree parts by dissolving cow parts. All this in preparation for attaching new sheep parts to the same places on the old tree parts with a new mix of reconstituted cow parts. No wonder it's hard for people to understand what I do for a living. Somewhat later, I enjoyed a supper of whipped prenatal chickens with chopped pungent vegetable leaf bases and sliced fungi. Even threw in some black olives. Pretty good omelette, if I do say so. Ron N
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