Just to check whether I was really whacking the tips of my fingers on a ghost keyboard that never recorded what I was trying to write, I asked a friend of mine to go to My Blog and leave me a comment, should such a thing be possible. And she did! With relative ease, she left a small, question sort of comment and I was Able To Read It! At least I know that it is possible for my blog (My Blog) to be retrieved and read by other-than-me. And, yes, I do know that, just because it CAN be read doesn't mean anyone wants to read it. Or make a comment. Or, anyway, leave a comment. It was cool, seeing that a comment had been made, though. I had been feeling very much like I was standing on an empty stage in an empty theatre in an empty world, calling out to shades and spectres.
Meanwhile, Trey is alive and well and continuing to receive nothing but tsurrus from BD. Her latest ploy, since she had some extra weekend time with Hardy, while Trey went to an associate's wedding, is to try to keep Hardy from staying overnight with his father on school nights. "Why," says Trey? "Because I might not sleep well and it's a school night." "Have you had any trouble sleeping?" "No."
"Because I might be late to school." "I would drive you there, just like last year."
Can her tactic really be about raising the child support? She's already getting more in support than most District Attorneys and judges earn. Wanna make bets on whether she's stashing any money for the kids' post-secondary education? I wonder if getting a divorce and making sure to impoverish your ex-spouse was part of BD's life plan? I wonder if Hale and Hardy will ever be permitted to leave home? I wonder if the fact that they both largely exist on a diet of processed white bread and American chees slices has prevented them from forming brain cells?
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