<?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>Messages on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/messages/</link><description>Recent content in Messages on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/messages/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The New House Rules 9</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-new-house-rules-9/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-new-house-rules-9/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="newhouserules8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New House Rules 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thursday was a busy blur of work and court and work, but Friday is here and the office is empty. I am waiting for a fax. Yes, we still have fax machines. For some strange reason, it is still the only way courts, government and small town people can seem to send information. I find myself lost in a news update on my phone when a person walks into the room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>