My Friend Daruma

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Daruma stares at me from the top of my computer as I write this. He knows that I am more or less drunk as a skunk. But you would be wrong if you think (t) that Daruma disapproves of my current state. Durama does not 'evaluate.' Daruma goes along with me (being gassed here with LLG).

(At this point about 2310L I was forced to turn the VS up to full power and turn off the furnace and dress up in sweater and long pants and socks, my usual attire in the winter. I even fired up my old computer on the other table and prepared to go back to my drog. But as a last resort I retried my blog and connected.)