It’s the sort of personal question I do not answer via any social media, not even with someone who has known me personally for decades; not even with family (exception: live, public posts).
I don’t mean to exclude you though of course, having never met and neither of us wishing to push oneself upon the other in defiance or disrespect of personal boundaries.
Michelle, you say (accuse) that I am "caught up" in something, and you ask is if you had rights: WHAT IS IT...?! The only singular thing I am caught up in is this DM (or “PM”) exchange.
Why do you ask what I’m doing?
I tell you: I do not communicate online in private.
Ever.
In order to have peace between us, must we resort to platform UXUI block/mute? Neither of us is anything like that stupid or ornery; I know this. You have been utterly respectful, except for the spike of curiosity just displayed: only just now.
It is the least and easiest thing in the world to say what I mean. Works with complete and utter strangers. Works with blood. Works with water. Works even with my own hard spirit.
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Gin, of course. Trumps!
TRUMPS everything in any glass ever raised to the king, queen, or Lorde. Now that’s a matter of longstanding public knowledge, but a bit early in the day for that!
Another matter of longstanding public knowledge:
Coffee’s on.
Good morning and cheers off.
