I rang up Deborah at Elizabeth's apartment yesterday morning -- except she had left and gone to stay in a motel near SeaTac, so that was that. E called me when she returned from work, and sounded very good. Happy, with-it, etc.
I said, "Where's my postcard?" She said she had sent one, but it takes a while before it arrives. Not your average DS woman.
Reminds me -- Tiff re-wrote the Elizabeth book into Spanish, and I have to get busy and make the illustrated pages for it and upload to the website.
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