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I’m home!  It feels good to be home.  Even though I am miserably bad at last-minute packing, and even though I was sorely tempted to walk onto the bus in my bathrobe, I made it home.  Yes I did.

I’m thinking that we will take a short break from the world of femme-politics and over-analytical thinking for this entry, and maybe the next (I don’t think that far ahead, really).

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So I was to have this power struggle/battle of the sexes today with two unnamed persons who thought they could overcome my great accomplice and I…

…but it seems that this struggle will have to be postponed due to that little thing we call a weakened immune system.

And, seeing one of these unnamed persons had the audacity to attempt to instill fear within us by texting me the following quote: “None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free,” I am obliged to leave you with the following counter-words (“to chew on”, of course):

“Those who think they know everything annoy those of us that really do.”

For behind that badge of Agent Trojan, a mere Kumquat remains.