I recall circumnavigating you last week.

How did IO get around that?

It seems to me that I need a new story.

Perhaps I should put the ever more convoluted saga of Kane and Decado to bed for a while and concentrate on Sam for a bit.

I have missed talking in the first person for a while and lately I've been bursting with alternative ways of saying

I'm a bitch

in a semi-southern accent.

Plus the 1950's has been nagging at my mind recently.