About six weeks? Yep, time for spotting. Like clockwork, it has started over an hour ago (it's currently 6pm). Nothing in the past fifteen minutes.
It's brown, but has that telltale red halo.
The outcome of this ... who knows. I still have my bets on this little mystery blighter. But I shall reserve my judgement. I could be out next hour.
If you have my phone number (and PLEASE take this the right way), please understand I am not up for phone calls. I love you for wanting to and that is plenty enough for now.
Thanks for going with me on this so far.
Let's see, eh?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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