This Might Take A While

Jacqui headed off with the dogs, trailed by various hangers-on. Roche is on DC101, about to disclose that Nicky is the final, golden goal target, in case anyone didn't know that. Nicky is now eligible for shooting, but he hasn't appeared for a while. My computer battery is set to expire. My car is miles and miles away, in the Tower Records parking lot. I'd really like to punch out soon, but I'm sort of stranded here outside the Rimando residence. Anyhow, whenever we have movement, you'll hear about it here.