33 Days

Oh, we’re getting somewhere now.  Now we are cooking with gas.  Although it is (apparently) freaky cold outside, I am inside, with my TV shows, my books, my Legos, my cat, my nice warm grits with lots of butter and salt, my Mardi Gras glitter mess. My bird feeder fell four stories.  I do not […]

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34 Days

How did I arrive at this number?  What was I thinking?  Is there an echo in here? I left you for a day, covered you on facebook, and then I left you for another day, why, because I trust you.  You’re fine.  Right?  Fine-ish?  I would not leave you bitter people alone on Valentine’s Day, […]

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