[LordsReform-announce]In the evening I betook myself to the shower rather pleased with myself but anticipating, correctly, that I would wake up sore as hell.

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The photograph is another priceless treasure from the Janus Museum's
collections. I was floored - and delighted - to see the little portrait
of our maintenance man Gus, shown demonstrating the Larry Small Finger
Puppet, that Richard included. 
One can also share a radio-like stream with friends or post it on one's
web site. Every time we adopt out two cats, we get three strays in. 
It's a little like being married. 
A bonus was the refinement of the sound of the water from roar to
rills. 
Gee, I see that I haven't done an episode of Recipe Corner since last
February - hope no one starved. 
I petted him, and he purred and jumped on my lap. He did, however, lap
up the dregs of my beer, which augurs wery well. 
He did, however, lap up the dregs of my beer, which augurs wery
well. 
This is legal, for some reason. The answer was, that it was like looking
for a needle in a haystack and that we should continue to take all
precautions. As far as I know, Fairchild never got into the airship
business. Actually, friend and neighbor Winthrop P. Then we all went
home and took a nap. 
It's much easier than our previous operation, and MediaMaster very
kindly does the hosting. But he ignores it as he gazes, lost in his
forlorn tragic unrequited love - Will she ever let me sniff her butt? I
try to call the Museum to see if Gus can pick me up in the Museum car -
Gus not to be found. 
and A Run for Your Money - all worth seeing. 
Here's the Almanac entire. 
When I watch them from a sunny boulder by the creek I can barely catch
them with my eyes. It was exquisitely painful, and I howled, which
frightened Max and caused him to clamp on, squid-like, all the tighter.
Here's last year's wallowing season opener coverage. And if you like
that sort of thing, this is the sort of thing you'll like. I try to call
the Museum to see if Gus can pick me up in the Museum car - Gus not to
be found. 
Remember, we'd like to send an original Allan Janus print to donors, but
Amazon, which administers the JMRBRBDRFF, doesn't pass on any
information to us about donors. By the way, generous donations will help
enable the Janus Museum's atmospheric scientists to continue their
far-reaching but unspecified work. 
As far as I know, Fairchild never got into the airship business. 
Very few reach legal fishing size, and on Pecker Wood Farm they're
pursued only by herons, coons, snakes and bobcats. I finally collapsed,
whining, with Max still attached; eventually our intern Zoe fetched the
Museum's Jaws of Life and separated us. 
So we've been going out in pairs and only in daylight for months. 
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