The Crystal Lake.

The other day I accidentally bit down on one side of my moustache hard. I'm afraid I may have ripped out a chunk of it, but I can't tell. It felt less dense than the other side, but I can't see a difference [or can I?]. Am I being paranoid?

I wish that Anglican needed more math help: I need more aunt-fudge.

I am a pandemic.

Good morning, Mr. Edminton.

Still unmarried. There is no modern path towards matrimony, you know. Previous generations had a clearly defined way of doing these things; not so this one. No, dating is not such a path.