If it was April…
I would assume this was a joke. Strangely, it is neither April nor a joke, though it may indeed be a farce.
I am currently trying to wrap up some post-ALA things and juggling the never ending list of things I must do, which includes the care and feeding of that child someone left on my doorstep. Note to self, remove doorstep.
–Jane, soylent green, it’s what’s for dinner
