i am a skipper. and i don't mean a boat captain.

so it appears i may have lied to you. 

i hope you won't hold a grudge against me, but there is no sunday six this week either. 

please forgive my being given to such erratic changeableness.  i know it; i am as fickle as a pickle is sour.  or sweet.

depending on the pickle. 

and now i'm confusing my own self with my own metaphor.

obviously, making up metaphors is not my special purpose.

however, i do hope that you'll have a lovely, loungey sunday.  you know the ones.  the kind filled with lounging and napping and stretching like a cat.  i hope that your day is like that.


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