Duchess of Yowl (stationed at the door because dinner is late): WHAT is that STENCH?
Me: (startled, fumbling packages, dropping reticule, spectacles, book bag and feather duster) What? What? I smell?
DoY: You are foul. What have you been doing?
DoY: In a kennel?
Me: ohhh. There was a dog in the elevator. He was very nice. I petted him.
DoY: You are fired.
Me: Are you hungry? I have tuna!
DoY: You're fired after dinner has been served.
Sorry about the lack of blog post yesterday.
My computer had an attack of the vapors.
If you've emailed me recently (or actually, within the last couple months) and have not heard back, please email again. I lost some email in this crash, and I really can't bear to download 100K emails to find the ones that were pending.
This will teach me to fall behind on stuff, that's for sure.
The good news is I didn't lose any requested fulls, or the data base of requested fulls, or the submissions data base.