This morning: nesting in bed with new year's Moleskine and a bowl of coffee, watching Dream of Life. Later today: braving the cold for backgammon and eggs Bennedict with an old pal.
Last night: a comedy of errors which left us freezing running around Pilot Butte. But once we called the right number, got the right code to the garage, found the right spare key to the house, all was delightful with hot tea, hot gossip, long chats and gift giving.
This year: my horoscope seems to say I will get over him, hallelujah.
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