In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
At exactly after midnight here.
She started to say, not 'till tomorrow, and then caught herself.
I say, "Your birthday lasts from when the day starts where you were born to the end of the day in the farthest time zone you will ever visit."
She says, "It is an intergalactic holiday."
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Ran Zelda to the post office (after running back for the key) and bank to deposit the timely sponsorship reimbursement.
Then stood on the corner with the weekly peace vigil... and their somewhat monthly meeting after that. Let's not talk about the web development repercussions from this.