Wow. Who would have thought that a month’s worth of days could transpire so quickly. You know what happened? I think we were counting eight day weeks instead of seven day weeks.
It was bound to happen. Hell, it happened to The Beatles.
Also, in the course of that month, a monumental thing happened:- we moved. We haven’t departed the Queen City; on the contrary, we’ve nestled ourselves deeper within her bosom. And as much as that sentence inspires its own fanfic-slash-civil-erotica comic strip, this post is about The Suckered (which is less of a slash and more of a squiggle).
We shall return. We haven’t forgotten our dears, and I haven’t forgotten my boast, rodomontade and cock-a-hoop though it was.
Eight Days A Week…
