Dear friends,
While I adjust to the novel thrill of writing in our freshly air-conditioned hovel, to say nothing of showering praise and kisses on Lloyd for getting the damn a/c up the stairs, through impassable passageways and into the window, please indulge me in a bit of gloating over the creation of my own little baby meme. Apparently I’m not the only one with a dirty mind and a song to light it up. Goliard at popcultureatemybrain and David at noise to signal, they have something to say. I *love* it when that happens.