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'Twas not that I was not reading, but rather that I was reading the flattened husks of dead trees, like a sap. (Ooo, there's a bad pun). Finally opened a Larry Niven book a carpenter lent me, & could not put it down.
Beyond that, have been cleraning paint brushes, ordering parts, & overseeing gargantuan electrical systems refits, all while you've been busy amassing an army of devoted sycophants.
They're nice to have around, aren't they?
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