... I'm trying to claw my way out of the grip of whatever it is that infected me. Meade went out to keep his 9 a.m appointment with the rotunda — did you go in to meet him — but I slept on, sweating out the last of the fever. And now it's almost 11, and I'm finally up and drinking some coffee. Time for me to rummage around the internet and scatter some posts up here for you dear readers before Meade comes home with the footage for me to edit. I'm here
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