How I'd love to take this class from a local Adult Evening School - on nonWestern non-political religions but - yes there is always a but - I don't wanna free up my time.
A bundled-up FedEx man just delivered packages next door to the Bill Adams house. Woof woof! Yes, that's the new dog, who looks like an old man. She's a girl named Cayenne.
Here's what I said to myself just now
I'm not gonna punish myself and walk around the block.
Scuse me while I refill my coffee cup from Manhattan Bagel. I think I told you it's the worst coffee I ever drank.
AND my crock pot is full. Of cut-up apple and cut up sweet potato.
I had these morale-boosting cards made up several years ago at BuxMont Stationers. Sent out one today to a new member in Florida.
Hmm. Now I'm waffling. Maybe I should go for a walk.
The last walk you'll ever take.
WALKING AROUND THE BLOCK
Who me? Afraid?
Afraid of being cold?
A woman who sleeps under five blankets and wears a hat to bed?
I can't wait!
See you when I get back!
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