Grace killed a mouse.
The kitchen has been rearranged.
Work is insane.
Cobwebs and dust no longer cover the desk.
We fell asleep before midnight watching LOST season 4 on New Years Eve.
My closet is gloriously organized.
I successfully recovered from the stomach flu.
I now have a wicked head cold.
Various artsy things are hanging on the big white wall at the top of the stairs.
Full time hours are in my future. Indefinitely.
I have abandoned the Karamazovs.
Henry James is a delight.
Substituting music for NPR in the morning was an excellent choice.
I miss running.
Herb Alpert is the bomb.
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