I'm kind of wrecked, with a sore throat and cough. What a time for the poetry reading this Monday to be missing its usual mike and amp! My voice rose to the occasion, but I'm completely hoarse now.
I guess I should upload the new pages to my own website now, read some news, maybe have a cup of tea.
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Update, about an hour later. Know what I discovered? I forgot Freud's croaks. It's not an absolute thing, but usually a frogman will say "Croak!" when beginning to speak. It's been quite awhile since Freud's had anything to say. Well, I'm fixing this.
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