Hire em' All, Let the Cosmos Sort Them Out...

Not much action today... That's a good thing...
As the Sun approaches the apex of the Angel's Wings, I will have the final answer to my absurd stay on this terrestrial plane... mum plays tetris as I write this... grandma braided Hay's hair this weekend... Curious is and always will be taken care of via Hay... Noel and Steve must've been ghosts... like Odyseus's voyage through Hades...
...I've never been full mortal... just a half ghost...