I owe you an apology Patti-atti, and you and you and you. I can't very well go talking about what my entrails have to do with toilet paper and then commence radio silence for days on end. I'm sorry.
I guess I've just been sort of nestling inward, curling and warm, my belly full of egg salad and red vines, peanut brittle, string beans and baby. Yes, baby--all is well with baby.
So may your Friday be Black and your digestion swift. A day late but I am always grateful for all of you.