. . . about how, exactly, people are supposed to get in touch with me. After all, I've somehow messed up my home e-mail account, and can't send out from that.

And then there's the fact that I'm no longer picking up messages on my landline.

Got something urgent to tell me? You can always drop a comment here.

Better yet, write me a note, and tuck it into a box with a bottle of Van Gogh gin. Place it on my doorstep, ring the bell, and run away.

It's, you know. It's the only way to be sure.

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