Sunday coffee feeling
Today was not the day, today was just a day of feasting and relaxing. The small kind of feast shared by very few, a lazy Sunday morning with breakfast in bed reading the papers kind of feeling. Ain't it a pity we don't get the Sunday papers any more.
In a rather nice moment I was writing was invaded by a shaggy dog story, and although it may not have been comedian level it was a moment to realise I can still on the odd occasion surprise myself pleasantly. Happy birthday.
Listing a plan
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February 23
Mostly this month I will be reading, this month and the next I have twenty books... ...
