I've been cleaning my living room and sorting through everything and moving furniture around and generally scaring the hell out of the cats, who now sleep on the chair behind me, snuggled together, trying to understand just what in the world is going on.
In the course of my fall cleaning (well? What the hell else should I call it?) I found...
My copy of the 6th Harry Potter book, which had disappeared and that I had been blaming said disappearance on various friends ("Didn't I loan you my copy of...? No? Are you sure?").
Still missing: my DVD of "A Concert for George." Seriously. Whoever has it, 'fess up. And bring it home. I miss George. I miss him bad.
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