"it's what's for dinner"
what I've learned from RS
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Lordy. It has been downright crazed this week. In between running the gauntlet of press vehicles just trying to get to work and the muted panic that starts whenever the word “cutbacks” is whispered, there hasn’t been much time to settle back.
It almost makes me wistful for a few weeks ago, when Dan nearly broke down my door, rousted me out of bed, and drove us to St. Loius. And it was a good time