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Lady of house is not amused when I referred to our parish church as “that neighborhood emporium of grace and salvation.” 

Another time, maybe, but I take her as Everywoman responding to my various bon mots and salvos in the cause of humor as antidote (temporary, yes, but what isn’t in our vale of tears?) to the slough of despond* that ever beckons, at least to THINKING PEOPLE.

* Not quite, if I go entirely with Bunyan.  Despondency?

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