Rapaire is going to go take a shower and change into work clothes. At 0730 Rapaire is heading North to help move seven (7) servers to his library. Rapaire may not be posting much until this evening -- with luck.

'Tis the flowers of the plain
And I see them yet again
As the lightning and the rain
Courses down my window pane:

I think, my dear, of you
And of what we used to do:
When I got poop upon my shoe
And you'd point and say, "Do-do!"

Now I miss your subtle ways,
And your pure steel corset stays.
They stopped us from becoming strays
In our lustful, youthful, days.

         --Agamennon Charles Dionysios Rupert Heldwigssen: Songs of
          Innocence and Youth (Small, Idaho: Cross Dress Press,
          1902).