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We arrived at the manse after stopping for a fine meal at a local (to us) eatery. Enjoyed the look on the server's face when we told him that we drove all the way from Maryland just to eat there. Had a laugh when we told him that while we did drive up from Maryland that very moment, we were on our way home to Little Rhody.
Anyhoo.
Sat down to answer Tuesday's comments and check the stats.
Six million plus, really?
Looked at the stats for Monday's and Tuesday's views and realized that the spambots were once again flinging themselves at the battlements of Chant du Départ, and though they left a mark, they didn't actually breech the walls.
Sigh, lies, damned lies, and statistics ...
But here's what I picture in my head as to what is happening inside my computer ...
Okay, maybe not exactly like that, perhaps a reasonable facsimile?
Matt Damon and Pedro Pascal could not be reached for comment.
Sigh.
Yes, rather punch drunk after five solid (heh) hours of sleep followed by a 400 mile drive.
I'll be fine.
No.
Really.
