I waste more fucking time trying to find a title that gets attention, and as you noted, I got a little sick of having people tell me I had stinky granny pussy. I wrote the creator group that there was no goddamned way I was going to invite fellow writers if they didn't give us comment control. Next day, .there it was, although I suspect it was a shitton of us who complained. In that regard we're spoiled.

I hope you're all right, Kristi. You had a shit year. In various ways we all did. I am planning a return to TZ if that can be done, meanwhile I smell the gourds from Africa, breathe in the smell of smoke and dream. I hope we both can get our toes into some sugar sand and let the sound of waves wash some of this shit away.