Hunh.

I have no idea where my phone went. I'll check the car once I'm dressed.
(Yes, I tried ringing myself. Eventually went to voice mail, which means it probably still has battery, and I didn't hear it, which means it's probably not in the apartment.)

Phone located.

Anybody who wants to come over and be put to work hauling things (before about seven), I will be home a lot but you may want to ring me first to make certain.

In addition:

Anybody who uses an accordion in a rap song is okay in my book.
Plus? Coq Sports.

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I'm growing very short with inanimate objects.
Maybe it's best that I'm working alone.

Hunh.

Remember when Republican legislators were frothing at the mouth and demanding that we respect our generals and do whatever they said because they *KNEW* the Army, certainly better than any pencil pushing legislators?

Ah, good times.