Hmmmmm at my age I might croak now.
It was a rough week, so when an attractive young lady asked me to meet her across the bridge for a drink, I decided to take her up on the offer.
I’ve been a Winter Recluse for too long, and I needed to get out and socialize.
Of course, I don’t drink often, so I get a little tipsy and silly. Actually, I get incredibly flirty. No, I did not just send a long, rambling email to The Girl Who Moved Away. That would be preposterous (I needed the spell check to help me with that one…).
Anyway, let’s go out to The Think Tank for our weekly Philosophical Exercise and some fresh air to clear my head. I was thinking about Dickens’ Great Expectations today, and it inspired tonight’s topic.
Who doesn’t love a little Dickens? At times, I feel not at all like…
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