Nobody works... nobody gets hurt.
I took one of my infrequent forays into Toronto last night. A buddy of mine has just returned from Colorado after eight years of wage slavery for HP. He's taking a bit of a country vacation while trying to get his bearings, so we'll be checking out the local sights.
He is, as we speak, regaling Mrs Neo with tales of his misspent youth. Mrs N's 86 year-old father is sitting in the dining room trying to wrap his head around the extremely animated bare-chested, variously tattooed apparition who has suddenly appeared in our midst.
Blogging may be light and sporadic for the next little while.
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