For the love of God, Montresor!
It snowed last night, a big, fat, wet snow that will probably turn to slush and then ice in the course of the day and night. The women canceled the second day of the Bazaar. I figured I'd had a bit of a reprieve, but noooo. I've been busy all morning, with the prospect of more stuff to get done this afternoon and evening.

It's the Christmas Madness, I tell you. Run, before it gets you, too.

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This is great
Somebody steered me to a blog called "Maggie's Farm," whose header runs thusly:

We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.

Deanne asked me, "Could we join?"

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