I found out yesterday that Marie D'Agostino died last month and that she was predeceased by Giotto. That all sucks because they weren't all that old and because I thought often of them and then never once tried to call me. They should have called me or something. My idea of family is so skewed. Because of the way I was raised.
Today I spent the entire day at home with the cat. I neatened up some papers, knit a little, worked on that last chameleon and watched lots of tv. Three or four episodes of The Walking Dead and caught up with Defiance.
And that's that.
Other than pissing Anita and a bunch of others off over this Hobby Lobby thing that I don't feel like writing about now.
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