While I was in Indiana visiting the irrepressible
Matthew, Benferno looked after my house. I had left him a note telling him to eat whatever looked on the verge of going bad (which was pretty much nothing given that my house could operate as a fridge). I'm notorious for allowing my milk to go bad, and when I got home, Ben had left this on the kitchen table.

More on the trip later, and the freight train, and what being back at work after 11 days off feels like (hint: it kinda sucks).
considers herself saved,
Kerry
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