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What is it? asks Sandy. State of mind, state of place. I think she thought that was clever.

Today is my birthday. I am on pilgrimage to Sandy's and I'm trying to show Sandy and KTK how to blog. The problem is, blogging is just so silly, and Sandy is comotose in the corner. KTK keeps trying to tell me what to write, and the laptop has heated up on my lap.

We actually swam in the pool earlier (a bitter cold 80 degrees), and it remains to be seen if Sandy will allow us a second shower before dinner. It's a fondue party, followed by cards.

We continue to sip our nameless cocktails.