This is. . . deep irony, heaped on top of her prior pathos (about "safe and sanitary" not including a toothbrush, or soap, or bedding -- of any kind). She complains about largely meaningless procedural niceties, the upshot of which ultimately only mean she has to work more than an eight hour day, while children are locked away from their parents -- without any legally cognizable rationale. I am through with her -- 51 days. 51. . . days.
That will -- we hope -- be her expiry / end date.
Now you know -- and. . . on a more cheerful note -- we will press onward, now in occasional bits of free time, searching for additional McCracken-2001 inspired posthumous "leave-behinds" (via Google Earth -- now that we know what sorts of pointy shadows to look for, on the satellite imagery -- in the blazingly hot, sun drenched red rock formations of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico and Arizona). . . smiling widely. . . with this fun "Where's Waldo" project ahead. . . .
नमस्ते
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