There’s now 26 inches of global warming in the yard here at Stately Hoge Manor, and light snow is still failing.
There’s 15 inches of global warming in the front yard here at Stately Hoge Manor.
UPDATE—Mmmmmmm. Kona coffee.
I received this email on Thursday evening.
From: “firstname.lastname@example.org” <email@example.com>
Subject: An Explanation?
Date: January 14, 2016 at 9:26:59 PM CST
I’m wondering if you would oblige me with an explanation. This blank file is saved in your SCRIBD account. I have two questions which are in vital need of an answer from you.
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1. Are you concerned about my mental well-being, or is this just another example of harassment from you?
2. Was this form filled out and mailed, or did you just leave it in your SCRIBD folder for shits and grins?
Given that I am the only person you know that lives in Wisconsin, at the moment, I am taking this as a serious threat that requires a serious response on my part. So, I am hoping you will take a moment to oblige me with an answer explaining the presence of this form on your SCRIBD account. If it has been filled in and sent to anyone, please let me know. If it has not been filled out and sent to anyone, then no harm no foul. But I need to know, sir, and I need to know very soon.
Thanks for all of your good wishes for a happy birthday. Please accept my wishes for a Happy New Year in return and my thanks to all the Lickspittles, Zombies, and other friends who stopped by, especially those at the virtual party in the comment section.
It’s been a pleasant gathering of a diverse bunch of people. The guests included a beekeeper, a professional photographer, an architect, a clinical psychologist, an church music director, a graduate student, a stock broker, a lawyer, a high school shop teacher, a medical records clerk, a warehouse worker, a pharmacy technician, and a professional drummer among others. I know a broad range of interesting people.
The food was excellent, and I think I going to have another serving of that trifle that one of our friends made before I pack it in for the night.
I’m 68 today, and there’s good news and bad news.
First, the good news—Mrs. Hoge has prepared a marvelous buffet for the party.
Now, the bad news—The Fire Marshall won’t issue a permit for the cake.