The rain was here most of the day although it was fairly warm. The kitchen and front room windows are both open now, although it is time to close them. I didn't exactly get the bird by bird thing accomplished, but progress. Including going out for an evening walk in the wet. It was too stuffy in here, and like writing this blog and doing most of the dishes, perhaps a habit is being formed.
That's the all of it for now.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
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