High C.
My packages from home came today. Only one major casualty: the big elephant candle-holder that Skittle got me broke a leg, but it looks like it can be repaired.

While waddling into the guest bedroom, carrying a box of books, I stepped on a pin that someone (probably R, the antichrist ten year old that Skittle looks after frequently) stuck vertically, sharp end up, into the thick carpeting. The pin was small, and very thin, and virtually invisible even if I hadn't had a box full of Artemis Fowl obscuring my vision.

I pretty much made the same face as my icon, and then went outside to calmly inform Skittle and the Schwann's delivery man that I was going to put R through a wood chipper.

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