<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Gymslipus on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/gymslipus/</link><description>Recent content in Gymslipus on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/gymslipus/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Thanksgiving Secured</title><link>/stories/2012/10/19/thanksgiving-secured/</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/19/thanksgiving-secured/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My, was I pleased to finish that job. It wasn’t much, just change a ballcock in the attic, but that must have been the filthiest attic I have ever been in. Muck and filth everywhere. By the time I had finished I was black. Still it was Wednesday, two thirty in the afternoon, and I was finished. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Four glorious days with nothing to do, but relax. Just as I got back to the van my cell phone rang.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>