The bowls of wrath are filled to overflowing.
Distributed among the select angels.
Pour. Then pour some more.
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Both are, for sure. Peace to you, Kind Anon. ;)
You are indeed a saint. No worries.
My human lips grieve me daily. A life under arms dealing with hard people in hard ways makes for a rather indelicate tongue; of which, I am a struggling and mostly poor master.
I'm glad to see we're both still at this, I know every year it gets harder, so we are the few, the proud.
As I have said to you many times before, in my book, you are first among equals. You know why. Pax Tibi, Kind Anon. ;)