A pragmatic ghost. Represents the dead.
I’d like to report that my lovely three-month-old computer is only diseased, but it is in fact deceased. I believe it’s the logic board rather than the HD, but I have all my writing redundantly backed up in any case.
This morning I’m off to the service wizards, where I do more pencil-on-paper drafts as I wait for my appointment with destiny.
I played pretty well, but the master of Keeping It Together was Mr Dumovich.
It was a wedding, you see, outdoors. Some rain, but a good time for everyone.