No, not a bread shop.  Pretend the word is English, not French.

What a lousy time for this to happen - we get Fitzmas and USA purge hearings simultaneously, and I’m utterly unable to function.

Those of you who know me from years ago know about my battles with autoimmune disease.  No point going into it in detail except to say that fate has suddenly visited upon me the worst flare I’ve had in I-don’t-remember-when.  No bloggy until I’m marginally functional again (which may be later today, or tomorrow, or next week - no way to tell).  In the meantime, amuse yourselves and play nicely with each other.  (Do NOT play nicely with Rethugs - it’ll bite you in the ass.)

 

See ya soon . . . .  

L