digesting
Apologies… Cal, Tal, and Nia have ingested… too much… life? this week. While they sort it through toward something coherent, here’s a word from one of our sponsors:
A hundred times a day I remind myself that my life depends on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give, in measure as I have received, and am still receiving. ~Albert Einstein
What did Henni ingest?
As for the muses, recognizing their surfeit of modesty, I accept that that is the limit of detail for their actions.
I hope the Typist will soon have their input restored to full capacity!