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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Apropos of Nothing
My
granddaughter. In Canada.
WHAT MATTERS. For all my fire and fury, I'm a very lucky man.
Her
dog. In Canada. Nobody taught
him how to behave around a baby.
He figured it all out for himself. He's a bumptious boy, but he loves her.
He figured it all out for himself. He's a bumptious boy, but he loves her.
Canada. They were just visiting. But maybe I should retract the harsher things I've said. About Canada. It's called "mellowing." I'm deeply suspicious of it. Still, as long as no liberal trolls come in to say horrible things, I'm content that this should be a kind and quiet intermezzo in Instapunk's relations with the universe. Until tomorrow.
As you were.
