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28 February 2008 @ 10:17 pm
I'm sitting at home after a long night at work, drinking a freshly poured winter ale while my supper simmers in the pot (chicken and green beans and cream gravy with lots of garlic salt and black pepper.)

I'm thinking uffishly about the journal entries of various friends from my community ( rpelflife ) and hoping everyone is doing okay. The world can seem a mean old place at times, but she really isn't...

More later, supper's almost ready. Time to set the table. A place for me, one for Eliyahu-ha-Novi, and a plate on the floor for my cat. Drop on in, there's always room for friends, and stretching potluck is just a matter of a carrot or two, some onions, and a handful of flour...