And then I get an SMS five minutes ago that basically reveals the Past from a third party (who used to be known as cousin Dan's wife, but she didn't want to sound like a hillbilly in my blog, so I'll call her Sprite --- the fairy, not the drink --- from a truncated version of her email address). Sprite works with someone who's part of my colleague's Past.
So now I'm:
a) relieved that the Past has been revealed without any unseemly intimacy (and my guess was right);
b) wondering how/if I need to cover up the fact that I know of the Past;
c) amazed at my ability to write in convoluted sentences about people with no names (except Sprite) and wondering if I'm reading my friend Astella's blog too often.
Oh, and I really should be working, but my nose is sniffly and there's not that much to do. (Of course, now that I've said that, I'm going to be swamped over the next week. Just wait for it.)
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