The Tragic Prince came for a week. He ordered the engine for the Mach 5 and needed refuge from the high mountain cabin fever he was undergoing. Once in a while you need to come down from the mountain and take a nice shower and eat some brocolli. Thus he did. He painted with me the portch undergoing a makeover. It is closer to being finished than at anytime in the past or present. I'm proud of his willing work efforts. Few can make me laugh like the Prince.
There is peace now and reconcilliation's sweet sleep to be had. I know now that all is well in the kingdom.
Except of course the death of my computer. UGH.
They're all gonna laugh at you!
Not if I can help it.
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