Mission accomplished, FM. I had another fab day, despite the little things that had moved South. They are a shifting, and I'm dancing on the baby grand, well not dancing just climbed up to look down like I always wanted to do during my ornery child moments. Things are moving forward, and I will see you for our lunch date on Tuesday. I need a long, long, very long, long hug, please. Have a good weekend. Thanks for never pulling the rug from under me. I trust you implicitly, and no you never will.
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