Okay, did you all just keel over and hit your head on the floor from shock when you read that post title?
But it’s absolutely true…yes, I FINALLY have a cell phone. 
And do you want to know why I finally purchased a cell phone? 
Well, because when I was in the hospital back in October, I didn’t have (or even thought to bring) my phone book with everyone’s phone number. And since I don’t memorize phone numbers anymore, I couldn’t call anyone to let them know what happened to me and where I was. The only two phone numbers I had (which incidentally were in my wallet) were my place of work and my brother Tom. Yes, I’m ashamed and utterly embarrassed to say that I don’t even have my work number or my brother Tom’s phone number memorized. 
And more than being concerned about my health, I was concerned with people calling my apartment; not being able to get in touch with me and wondering where I was because I wasn’t calling them back. For TWO WHOLE WEEKS.
I kept calling my voice mail from the hospital, using the phone in my room to pick up messages. Which had me even more upset because I got a repeat message from my dear friend Marge (Hi, Marge!), asking if I was okay because I hadn’t called her back or responded to her email. I was very concerned and worried about how concerned and worried she was over me. It was so frustrating because I had no way of calling her back.
It was then that I said to myself, “As soon as I get out of this hospital, I’m marching my ass into a cell phone store and purchasing one.” And sure enough, that’s what I did. Not 20 minutes after I was released from the hospital, I walked into an AT&T store (with my hospital identification wrists bands still on my wrists) and bought this Go Phone.
Now please don’t laugh when you see it because, well, it’s a flip phone…

Oh, hush up! I can hear you all laughing from here.

Now give me some credit, at least it’s a cell phone. It reminds me of the first cell phone I ever got (in the early-90’s). Back then very few people had a cell phone, so I felt special.

And OMG…you should have seen how everyone at my job reacted when I told them that I had a cell phone. The were ELATED. And then you should have seen how they reacted when they saw it was a FLIP PHONE. They looked at me as if I were Wilma Flintstone, who had just been transported from the stone age…

But hey, they were still very happy that I HAD a cell phone now.

Anyway, as soon as I got home with my new Go Phone, I immediately entered the names and numbers of my friends into my Contacts so that I would have them there, just in case of another emergency and needed to contact them.

And I have to admit, after not having a cell phone since the early-90’s, I really liked having one again.

About a month later though, when it came time to place more money on my Go Phone account, I kept eyeing the Smartphones in the showroom and thinking, “Do I dare upgrade to a Smartphone so that I can have access to Internet service and a touch screen?” Because even after having a basic cell phone for only a month, I was already getting sick and tired of how long it took to type a text message on the keypad.

So, do you know what I did?

Yup…I found a Smartphone at a great price (an Android) and upgraded my Wilma Flintstone phone to this…

Don’t ya just love the cushioned faux leather carrying case? I got it at Five Below (a discount store that sells everything at $5.00 and below). I only paid $5.00 for it!

Here is my new phone peeking out of the case.

Powered by Android

Background wallpaper and clock

And it was such a hoot to see my blog (for the very first time) on a Smartphone screen.

Yes, I have to admit…I am sooooooo loving my new mobile phone!

However, there is one thing I need to work on because I’m having MAJOR issues. You see, I find that my fingertips are too wide to type on the touch screen; therefore, I keep pressing the wrong letters/numbers and spend most of my time screaming four-letter obscenities at the phone.

So please folks, tell me that texting does get easier.

Have a maaaahvelous Monday, y’all!

Posted on 30 Nov 2015 In: Health, life, Style

Challenging Times Are Like A Washing Machine

“Challenging times are like a washing machine. They twist, turn and knock us around. But in the end we come out cleaner, brighter and better than before.”

I found the above quote online and thought it was positively brilliant! And it’s perfect for what I am about to share with you.


Part Two: The Lessons

As you know from my previous post, I had a challenging two weeks in October. It was a month in which my insecurity buttons were pushed because my life suddenly changed, initially leaving me frightened with uncertainty and feeling powerless. Yet, I should know by now after going through many bumpy times in my life that challenges happen for a reason and that there is always a lesson or two (or three) I need to learn. And I could sense as I was being wheeled into the emergency room that this was going to be a challenge with some very important lessons.

One of the greatest things about getting older is that I’ve learned (and am still learning) how to step outside myself when going through life’s challenges and observe myself in relationship to the challenge. When I was younger, I would often get so overwhelmed with my emotions that I was unable to see what was really going on. I was only able to see and experience the drama; therefore, couldn’t see why the challenge was in my life and what I needed to learn from it. I’ve also learned that moving closer to the experience instead of trying to fight and run away from it, makes the challenge so much easier to move through.


Pretty much all of my life I’ve experienced excellent health. Sure, I’ve had certain things happen here and there when it comes to illness, however, I’ve never experienced anything quite as life-threatening as I did in October. This experience taught me to never take my health for granted by just arrogantly assuming it will always be. Because that’s what happens to some of us who have had good health most of our lives, we sometimes take it for granted until it’s no longer there. This experience also taught me to have more compassion for those people who have life-long challenges with their health.


As I shared in my previous post, prior to getting sick and ending up in a hospital, I was running myself ragged and stressing out over things that I should not have been stressing out about. This experience taught me to be more conscious about living a balanced life and to stop worrying over things that are not worry-worthy. I think on some level I perpetuated this illness because of overextending myself and stressing out. But I also think it was necessary so that I would finally stop, look and listen.

Kindness, Support and Love

One of the things that touched me very much about this experience was that I was reminded of how kind, supportive and loving people can be. With all the things we read in the news about how horrible people can act, it’s easy to become tainted and forget that there are also a lot of kind people in this world. I can’t tell you how kind and loving I was treated while in the hospital. The medical staff who cared for me went way beyond what their jobs required. Both the doctors and nurses (especially the nurses) did all kinds of extra things, just to make sure I was always comfortable and felt well-cared for. They treated me as if I were a close, personal friend or family member, such as stopping by my room (even when they were not assigned to be my nurse for the day) just to say hello and check up on me.

I also got a great deal of care and support from friends, my brother Tom, and my manager at work.

Everyone reached out to support me while I was in the hospital. And they even continued to support me after I got home.

This experience was an incredible reminder of how much I am loved by the people in my life.


I don’t know about you, but I need to be humbled every now and then so I can be reminded that I’m just like everyone else – a human being who has struggles, faults and insecurities. And that my life can suddenly change at any given moment; needing the care, support and love from my fellow-human beings. And that it doesn’t mean I’m weak. It only means that I’m human.


So yes, this was a challenging experience for me. And like a washing machine, my life was suddenly twisted, turned and knocked around. But I had two weeks in a hospital room to reflect and learn from it.

And I feel cleaner, brighter and better than before.

Have a fantabulous week, y’all!

Posted on 23 Nov 2015 In: Health, life, Style

The Happening

Preface: This is a LONG post, so grab yourself a cup of coffee, tea, or a glass of wine and sit back for a read.

Part One: The Happening

On Wednesday, October 14th, at about 4:30 PM, I walked five blocks from my apartment to the Jefferson Hospital Urgent Care facility and had to stop three times to catch my breath because I could hardly breathe and could not stop coughing. And after the doctor on staff took one look at my lung x-rays he walked into the room where I had been sitting, and with a very serious demeanor and panicked expression in his eyes said, “Mr. Carnavil, from your x-rays I can see that your entire left lung is filled with fluid.There is also a dark mass at the base of the lung which is very concerning. I won’t even allow you to walk to the ER, I’m calling the paramedics so that they can drive you there. You are a very sick man and this is extremely serious.”

I just sat there and blinked in shock. I immediately thought, “Holy shit, I’ve got lung cancer.”


The rest of that afternoon and night were pretty much what I guess many people experience when suddenly whisked into ER and the doctors and nurses are desperately trying to figure out what’s wrong with them. I was examined and questioned over and over again; many being the same questions from different specialists. I also had many (and I mean MANY) tubes of blood drawn from my veins in the hopes that it would detect why I was so sick, why I was coughing, and what had caused my lungs to fill with fluid.

I laid in the hospital bed thinking I was dreaming and would wake up and the nightmare would be over. The only other time I had been in a hospital for an illness was when I was 6-years old for a tonsillectomy, so I was apprehensive and frightened. Yet it’s odd, because I didn’t stay frightened for long. Somehow I knew that I would be okay and was in good hands. I also knew that freaking out about being sick and in the hospital wouldn’t make it any easier to handle. This was one of those situations in life where there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to change it. I just had to accept it by staying in the moment; taking one moment at a time and not jumping ahead to what my fearful imagination was conjuring up as being the worst thing possible.

This was one of those situations in which I was out of control and I hate being out of control. But there was nothing I could do except keep the faith that no matter what was wrong with me, I would be taken care of. And oddly enough, once I accepted that, I felt much calmer. I could sense that this experience not only had to do with the physical, but also (and even more so) with lessons I needed to learn about things beyond the physical.

Allow me to quickly interject here that I was in the hospital for 14 days. Yes, you heard me correctly, TWO weeks. That’s how long it took the team of doctors who worked on me to figure out what was wrong. They could see that I had a very bad infection in my lung (and eventually discovered that it was not cancer), but they couldn’t figure out where the infection came from and how it got there. I literally had a sonogram on all the major organs of my body. I also had several CAT scans. And from what all the test results revealed, outside of my lungs, the doctors could find nothing else abnormal.

Their immediate concern, however, was to remove the infectious fluid from my lungs so that I could breath properly again. Therefore, I was scheduled for a lung drain the following morning. That night I was transferred to ICU and was closely cared for by a group of very kind and compassionate nurses. I was literally hooked up to every machine you could imagine. I had an oxygen mask on my face to help me breathe, I was also hooked up to a heart and lung monitor. I had two IV’s (one in each arm) – one that administered two very strong antibiotics, and the other was just in case I needed painkillers. I was given morphine once, but not for pain because I really wasn’t in any pain. However, I was given a small dose of morphine by one of the nurses to help halt my chronic cough so that I could sleep. And it worked. Bless that nurse!


I suppose you’re all wondering, “Ron, when the hell did all this start and why didn’t you go to a doctor before it got so bad?”

That’s a good question.

It all started in August when I got that really bad flu, remember? Well, the coughing part of the flu never went completely away – it would return and then go away for a few weeks; then return. And because I felt better, I never concerned myself with going to a doctor because I thought that the cough might have something to do with an allergy. So many people I talked to and work with had been coughing and sneezing throughout late summer and early fall, and said it was allergy’s. So, I thought I had developed an allergy. Or perhaps the start of asthma.

Then, it was during the end of September I started to notice that not only was I coughing, but other weird things were happening. Like my taste buds were out of whack because I couldn’t taste food properly. Also, coffee and wine tasted horrible so I stopped drinking them. My whole body felt “off” and I began to quickly lose weight and developed swollen hands and feet. I also had a hard time breathing and would get easily winded if I walked too far. And although I didn’t miss a day of work, I was very tired and wanted to do nothing but sleep all the time – and that is SO not like me. During this time I took a lot of natural herbs, vitamins and holistic remedies, which helped, but they didn’t completely cure me of whatever was wrong.

Then, on the afternoon of October 14th, I decided that I needed to get myself to a doctor and find out what was going on because it was getting very scary. I felt completely disconnected from my body.


The following morning, I was wheeled down to the respiratory unit of the hospital where I had my very first lung drain. And although it sounds painful, it didn’t hurt at all. I don’t know what kind of drugs they used to numb me, but they were faaaaaaabulous! I wasn’t asleep during the procedure, I was totally awake and conscious yet, I was relaxed, carefree, and completely void of any pain. The procedure took about 30 minutes. And after it was done, I could instantly breathe better, felt better, and was suddenly very hungry. So when I got back to my hospital room, the nurse on duty asked if I wanted some breakfast and I said, “Yes…I’m starving.” I ate scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, orange juice and coffee.

But even though I felt better after having the initial fluid drained from my lungs, the drain had to stay inside my body until all the fluid had been completely removed, which took many, many days. I had a tube that ran from the left side of my rib cage, down to a plastic reservoir that held all the fluid. So that whenever I had to use the rest room or walk around, I had to carry the plastic reservoir with me.

Everything was going very well until about the forth day, when my doctor informed me that although the drain was working, he noticed from one of my recent x-rays that there was a pocket of fluid on the upper part of my left lung that was not being drained; therefore they would have to go back and put in a second one. So the following day I was scheduled for another drain procedure.

All in all, after the two draining procedures, a liter and a half of fluid had been cleared from my left lung. And after doing some tests and closely examining the fluid, the doctors finally figured out that the infection in my lung was caused from an infection that came from my mouth when I had a tooth abscess last winter. Apparently, the infection traveled down to my lungs and harbored itself there until I got sick last August with the flu and then blew up.

Throughout the following days and week, I got much, much better. In fact, my doctor and attending nurses were so surprised that I responded so well to the treatment. My doctor even admitted to me one day that when he first took on my case and saw what I initially looked like, he was very frightened for me and thought I would need invasive surgery to heal my lung.

And as I got progressively healthier and stronger, I was given a hospital release date of October 28th. However, I was told that I would still need follow-up x-rays and appointments with my doctor, just to make sure I continued to heal. Additionally, I would have to stay on antibiotics for four more weeks to be sure the infection was completely out of my system.

So here I am today, after having seen my doctor for a second visit since getting out of the hospital and got a rave review. In his words, “Ron…you look better and healthier every time I see you!”

Next Monday will be my third and final appointment with my doctor.




I learned SO MUCH from this experience. And in my next and conclusive post, I will share what that is.

Have a super week everyone!

And to all my American blogging friends…have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!

Posted on 13 Nov 2015 In: Health, life, Style

Unplugging And Changes

Giant 3-Way Plug – Artworks – Philadelphia Art Museum

Back in 2007 when I first started this blog, I had a completely different job with no set work schedule. I had the luxury of being given a certain amount of hours to work each week and the freedom to choose what days and what time of the day I wanted to apply them. I only worked 5 hours per shift and got paid a very good hourly salary. I had this job for 10 years and loved it because it gave me lots of free time to do other things, such as blog. And back then I was a very dedicated and somewhat obsessive blogger. I posted on a set schedule (three times per week: Monday, Wednesday, Friday), I responded to comments quickly and frequently throughout the day, and I also visited and commented on other blogs quickly and frequently throughout the day. Yes, I spent a great deal of time and energy blogging, but it was time and energy that I thoroughly enjoyed putting forth and never regretted.

Then, a year and a half ago, things changed. I began looking for other employment because my hours were slowly being cut and needed to find a job that was more stable and offered more hours – which I did find and was extremely grateful. However, I went from working a 25-hour flexible work week to a 40-hour set schedule work week. And with that, I lost a lot of the free time I used to spend blogging. But rather than change my blogging routine by cutting back, I stressed myself out by trying to blog like I used to. Slowly, blogging became something that I angsted and fretted over instead of looked forward to. I could feel myself losing a sense enjoyment. Yet, I kept on doing it because I didn’t want to disappoint my readers or want to believe that I couldn’t work a full-time job and blog the way I used to when I worked only part-time.

And that’s when ‘burnout’ started to set in. It happened during last summer.

And that’s what I believe led to my recent long hiatus from blogging. I pushed myself to the point of losing all inspiration. And there were times when I even resented it and would avoid going online and even looking at my blog because I felt completely dry; unable to think of anything to post about. I felt as if I had lost my voice and had nothing else to say.

I also believe that back in August when I got sick with the flu, it had to do with getting rundown from stress and running myself ragged. In fact, the whole time I was sick, all I kept hearing over and over again in my head was, “Slow down, Ron. You’re doing too much.Take a break. And stop moving so fast.”

So that’s what I finally did. I completely surrendered by unplugging from the self-imposed blogging pressure I had placed on myself and actually started to enjoy not blogging because it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I even said to myself, “If I go back to blogging, fine. But if I don’t, that’s fine too. I mean, I’ve been blogging for 8 years, so if I quit now…I can walk away knowing that I gave it a good go.”

But that’s not what happened. No.

Because it was during that break, I got some much needed clarity about what I was doing wrong.

You see, rather than change and adjust with my change in jobs, I kept trying to blog the same way I had been doing all along and it didn’t work.

I also could see that I was taking this blog much too seriously and thinking of it more of a strict obligation, rather than a place of enjoyment.

This blog is and always has been intended for my enjoyment. It’s a place where I can express my thoughts and opinions, as well as share my interests and passions. It’s a space where I can also socialize, share, and discuss topics with you guys.

Therefore, I decided not to take this blog so seriously anymore and remember why I started it to begin with – to have fun. I also decided to make some changes. I will no longer be posting on a set schedule, but rather whenever I feel like it. I may post once a week, twice a week, or even once every two weeks. I also decided to no longer stress myself out by compulsively checking my emails so that I can responded to your comments immediately, or checking my feed reader five times a day so that I can immediately read and comment on your posts, but rather take my time and do both of these things it when time allows. In other words, I want to be more laid back and relaxed about this blog and blogging.

And since making a conscious effort to remove the blogging stress I placed on myself, my creative muse seems to have returned, and I feel more like blogging.


It was not only my recent blogging hiatus that gave me a clearer perspective and restored my creativity, it was also a sudden and scary experience that happened last month that altered my perception.

Which I will be sharing on my next post.

So stay tuned!

Have a grrrrrrreat weekend everyone!

Posted on 8 Nov 2015 In: Health, life, Style

My Favorite Season, Creativity, And Coming Back

Helloooo there everyone! I know, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Great to see you again!

Boy oh boy…I have a lot to share with you about my two and a half month hiatus from blogging, changes I’ve decided to make on my blog and how I blog, and also something that recently happened to me about three weeks ago that was extremely serious and quite scary; through which I learned some very valuable things. I guess you could say that because of this occurrence, it altered my perception about life on so many levels. I feel more humbled, more appreciative, and more aware.

But rather than share extensively on all these things within one blog post, I’ve decided to spread them over a period of several weeks, as not to overwhelm you with posts that are too long.

Also, I am happy to say that I made a reconnection with my creative muse. I know that much of this has to do with the experience that happened to me three weeks ago, but I also believe it has to do with the change of season because autumn seems to magically make me feel rejuvenated, renewed, and creatively titillated.

Last week I took out my camera (which had not been used in months) and decided to get snapping. And I couldn’t have picked a more perfect week because the leaves on the trees in the parks were just starting to make their boastfully colorful transformation.

Please enjoy my favorite season in all its splendor.


Have a faaaaaaaaabulous Monday y’all!

For the past few months I have begun a little adventure into growing my own medicinal herbal plants. I feel like I’ve learnt a lot through this process. The one’s that have survived the best has been calendula, also known as marigold (Calendula officinalis). They are really easy to grow. I grew them from seeds towards the end of winter and eventually I planted them in a large-ish planting box and now they are thriving. I have about 6 or so calendula plants. I’m looking forward to them flowering later on. A few of the other plants I have in my garden include raspberry plants, comfrey, chamomile (no flowers yet), garlic and an elder flower/berry tree.

I was quite inspired in India seeing all the plants they grew, including withania. I’m quite interested in growing withania because it is such a loved herb among herbalists and naturopaths. I would be so happy to have my own home-grown supply of it.

I’ve sourced my medicinal seeds from a few places including Horizon Herbs (US), Eden Seeds and Beauticanicals, the latter two of which are in Australia. I’m now in my second round of attempting to grow withania (Withania somniferia), the ‘vedic type’, with seeds from Horizon Herbs. My first attempt in growing it, I grew them in a heated seed box and I was able to germinate a few, sadly they died. Maybe it was a little too hot in there for them. On the 3rd of October I sowed some more, this time out of about 7 small pots, only one seed has germinated. I think I put 2-3 seeds in each pot.

Tiny little withania seedlings

So now my plan is to keep it happy and thriving. According to the seed packet for my withania seeds, from Horizon Herbs, here is how they should be grown:

On the Horizon Herbs website they suggest growing it as an annual and growing it for 200 days to develop the medicinal roots.

How I’m growing Withania:

With the little seedling I have above, I’ve put it near a windowsill and i’m giving it a spray of water everyday. It took about 17 days to germinate one little seedling, hopefully the others will follow.

Here is some information on growing withania:

Germination rate:

When to sow:

  • Sow in early spring indoors or in the greenhouse.



  • Fast-draining, alkaline (pH 7.5 to 8.0) soil and dryish conditions.  Sweeten regular garden soil with ground limestone.  (Horizon Herbs).



  • Space 1 foot apart–grows 2 to 3 feet tall, producing eventually the lantern-like pods enclosing the pea-sized fruits, green at first and becoming bright red as the inflated calyx dries and becomes transparent.

Days to harvest:

I would love to know have you ever grown withania or any other medicinal plants?  Please let me know in the comment box below and share your experiences. 

baked banana with salted chocolate sauce

Here is a really simple recipe which I’m sure you’ll love: Baked Banana Split with Salted Chocolate Sauce! It’s a really easy and delicious treat.

Here’s the recipe:

Baked Banana Split with Salted Chocolate Sauce

Serves 1-2


  • 1 ripe banana
  • 1 teaspoon of butter
  • 1 teaspoon of desiccated coconut

For the salted chocolate sauce:

  • 1 tablespoon of cocoa powder
  • 1-2 teaspoons of water (or enough to make a smooth sauce)
  • 1-2 teaspoons maple syrup
  • 1/2 teaspoon of celtic salt (or enough to give it a salty but enjoyable taste).

How to:

  1. Pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees C.
  2. Slice the banana skin lengthwise just enough to open the banana. Then slice the banana, being careful not to slice the banana all the way through.
  3. Add teaspoon of butter in the banana and stick it together. Sprinkle the banana with the dried coconut.
  4. Place the banana on a baking tray and bake until soft about 15 minutes or so.
  5. While it is baking, make the sauce: mix the cocoa powder, water and maple syrup until you have a smooth sauce.
  6. When the banana is baked, peel off the banana skin and serve with the salted chocolate sauce.
  7. Enjoy!

Posted on 17 Aug 2015 In: Health, life, Style

A Quick Update On Why I’ve Been MIA

Yes, I know I haven’t posted for almost the entire month of August, but I had every intention of posting a more extensive update today on why I’ve been MIA and what’s been going. However, last week I got clobbered with the worst, and I mean the WORST flu. I’m one of those people who very rarely gets sick, but when I do (which is usually every 7-8 years) I inevitably get something that is so horrendous (like the PLAGUE), which throws me flat on my back and immobilizes me. I got a similar flu back in 2007 and it was the same way, I felt so bad that I literally couldn’t move. My muscles and bones ached; I was hot one minute and freezing the next; even my skin and hair hurt. And when something like this happens to me, I have no energy or desire to do anything. Even sitting at my computer and typing an email or talking on the phone becomes something that takes too much effort because I feel so weak.

Last Thursday while I was at work, I started to feel strange. I felt chilly, achy, and began coughing. But by the time I got home that night, I didn’t feel so bad. Yet, I did take some aspirin and went to bed very early. At about 2 AM, I woke myself up coughing and then coughed for the rest of the night. I coughed so much and so hard that all the muscles on the left side of my torso where in so much pain. I felt chilly and achy all over. By the time morning arrived, I knew that I had a full-fledged flu. I felt so ill that I had to call out of work (which is something I never do). I spent the whole day taking care of myself and doing what I normally do whenever I get sick. I use herbs, homeopathy and energy work. I also take hot Epsom salts baths by sweating the infection out of me.

That night I went to bed at 8 PM because I couldn’t hold my eyes open, I was so exhausted.

The next morning I felt a little bit better, so I dragged myself out of bed, shaved, took a shower, dressed, and then walked five blocks to work because I didn’t want to call out again. However about halfway there, I knew that I was not going to be able to work. I was sweating so bad that my clothes were soaked through and my entire head was dripping in sweat. The second one of the managers looked me after opening the store door, she said, “Oh Ron…you should have just called out again. I can’t believe you came in today. Go home and take care of yourself. And don’t worry about missing work.”

So I turned around and walked back home. Lucky for me, I had the next THREE days off, so I’ve been able to stay at home and really focus on getting well. Sunday was the first day I actually felt partially human. My appetite seems to be back and I feel stronger. But still, I plan on spending the next two days lying low and continue to take care of myself because I know how these flu bugs can be. If you try to do too much too soon the minute you feel better, you can get a relapse.

Anyway. So there you have it, part of the reason why I’ve been absent this whole month.

Thank you all for your concern over the past several days and asking if I was okay. And I’m sorry it took this long to explain. Today, Monday, I feel a lot better and can sense myself getting stronger and stronger.

Please know that I will try my best to respond to your comments here and catch up on your posts this week. But if I’m a little slow in doing that, I hope you’ll understand. Because my main priority at this moment is taking the time I need to get all the rest and care I can, so that I become 100% better. Thank you.

Have a super Monday and week!


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