- Not my rash!
- Finally. Fire breath. Thank you, GOT.
- I see you, arm muscle. #workingout6weeksstraight
- Muscles missing. Hijacked in the night, IMO. So what? I have brie.
- Total eclipse of sun predicted. My prediction? Revision, revision, submissions, submissions….But only because not driving to Oregon.
- Box turtle refuses to be content in pen that is not the glorious unbridled wilds of Connecticut. Insists on escape. Like I did when a teenager. (comments closed)
- Exercising. Writing. Extracting dog poop from yard. Clearing black widow webs from home’s entryways (not metaphorically confessed). #life
- NOT MY RASH! (comments closed)
- Family is forever, some “family” forever suspect.
- Can’t remember when last visited beach…SAD!
- Coming alive in the wee hours, as usual–revising ms. with help of chai tea and ranch flavored rice crackers, and: macadamia nuts. Unsalted. Aloha?
- Sleep. Please! Sleep. For me.
PB Rippey Writes 
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