I don’t know about you, but I for one could not have predicted any of the last 12 months. Not an ounce of it. I look back at our epistolary exchange and wonder, how did we even survive, given the edge of existence we meandered along.
Wishing you twelve more wonderful months of existential crisis and questioning our place in the cosmos.
Say hi to Jesse.
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[Rust is kicking my ass. I did manage to code up Conway’s Game of Death (Life for many of you). It’s wicked fast and entertaining to watch all those little virtual critters spawn, live and die. Hmm, sounds familiar.]
Anonymole - apocryphal agitators 
Your back and forth is everything:-)
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If someone had had the ability to predict the last twelve months it probably drove them insane.
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Welcome to Cassandra’s Home for the Touched. Think the world is gonna end tomorrow? Well, come on in, you’ll be among friends.
No, not here… Drumpf Frauders are down the street on the Right.
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An epidemiologist said yesterday we might go back to normality in the spring of 2022. It’s a long journey ahead, plenty of time for questioning our place in the cosmos.
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I am extremely happy that at least one other person uses the word “epistolary” besides me.
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All started with Stewie the Stoic and Seneca’s letters to Lucilius. Mudge is DesertCurmudgeon and should chime in here soon. Letters to friends, what could be a better way to communicate?
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I remember reading some of DesertCurmudgeon’s stuff I think. It always amazes me how there is a circle of writers here that are connected and aquainted. Awesome little family.
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I agree, the cream rises to the top, (curdles and turns rancid)… (grin)
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hahahhaahaah
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