Abalone of Trill

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This being the only day of the week when I won't be visiting or being visited, I attempted to put a little more order into the general chaos, with minimal success. I put away laundry, filed things, threw out things. Etc. I didn't really get very far with it, though. If I had a couple of weeks of eremitical solitude, I might make more progress. (You'd think that "hermetic" would mean "related to being a hermit," but actually it doesn't. It means the magical and alchemical philosophy attributed to Hermes Trismegistus. I doubt that a week or two of that would help me with my housekeeping.)

As it is, I'll be picking up Madame tomorrow as usual. Not having heard from her, I called her today. She didn't answer, but replied when I texted to leave a message. I had assumed that she was back at her house as of Friday, when Mademoiselle said she was going to go to Happy Hills and help her pack. But Madame said no, she was still at Happy Hills "with no car!" Oy gevalt. I'm quite puzzled about what is really happening, but I guess I'll hear all about it tomorrow, or at least a version of it.