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I've been on the road since Monday morning. I stopped at Ikea on the way back. It's like the poor woman's trip to Scandinavia, because the cafeteria offerings and even the cafeteria furniture are identical to what you'd get there. So I had my Scandinavian dinner and refills of Scandinavian coffee, walked out, and suddenly I was back in Murka! What a wonderful world we live in.

Though I'd prefer instant transfer by thought. Traveling wears me out and gives me dark and gloomy thoughts and brain shivers. And a comparison basis for the Snakepit Inc. which sorely needs a new roof and repainting and something that eats ivy.

And no, I have no Ikea furniture. Not a single piece.