the funeral suit is cleaned and pressed. i've set aside a clean white shirt so that i don't accidentally wear it to work. the weather is unseasonably warm, but i've set aside a clean pair of socks instead of stockings. the gas tank is filled, and i've stashed a credit card and some $20 bills in the glove compartment.
nothing left to do now but wait.
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"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses."
The sentiment is off, but it seemed apt. Sending warm impressions of well-being.
Uhm - the cat and the dog. How's that working out?
very well, actually, but the dog has always preferred the comapny of cats [to other dogs].
thanks. it's an appropriate quote.
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