I dunno; I think it's kind of a stretch to interpret the sparkling husband primitive's topic line as a "message" to franksolich, discretely inquiring of his health, well-being, the cats, whatnot.
But in case it is a shout-out, franksolich is doing fine, and expects to be doing even finer eight months hence.
The cats too are doing fine; now that spring's coming and there's all sorts of green flora sprouting forth on the William Rivers Pitt, that 740-cubic-yard Jungfrau of antique swine manure (1875-1950) about a block and a half from the house, the cats are romping and playing there, waiting for the catnip to emerge.
franksolich is happy to hear the sparkling husband primitive's wife is enjoying herself in Switzerland. franksolich has been to Switzerland twice himself.....but during the middle of the night in both instances, and so never saw anything.
franksolich is currently undertaking a couple of modest literary endeavors, one of them a story about an afternoon with a madman in the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all, and the other entitled "St. Patrick's Day with Mrs. Alfred Packer and Wild Bill." He would be greatly flattered if the sparkling husband primitive took an eye-grab at them, when they're posted.
The late lamented Tangerine LaBamba had promised to critique my "Christmas at Grandma's" story, and it undoubtedly would've have been much improved with her suggestions, but alas she left this time and place rather precipitously, and is greatly mourned by those of us who loved her.
And so if the sparkling husband primitive is willing, I'd like to have him be my new literary critic, so as to hone my high-school-freshmen skills in writing.
The only problem with "St. Patrick's Day with Mrs. Alfred Packer and Wild Bill" is that I have yet to devise a suitable ending.
