Gave the transistor to a good (not great) care manager named Tomika. One of the very few American care managers, she is a 35ish black woman with no husband and two pre-teen daughters. She brings them in when school is closed for snow, and they watch the big screen T.V. in the party room and argue. I also gave Tomika some candy I don't want to move.
I think I've decided to ditch the
lava lamp. Want one?

Packing is hard work - think I'll hit the hay.
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