I caved this morning and turned on the a.m. news. I guess the addiction runs deep. For some reason I don’t quite understand, the spaces between paragraphs are not ending up in the blog. My computer guy will be here later in the week and I’ll see what he can do about the problem, but in the meantime, we’re stuck with it. Niece Kelly returns to the other coast this morning. Her brother, Mike, and mom, Patty, visited, too. We had a nice dinner and a good visit over at the casino on Friday night. No luck on the slots, though–I gave up early. (though not quite early enough) Alas. I am so ready for spring. I’m ready for pink and white peonies, for bright yellow daffodils, for blue skies and sunshine. I do so love Mondays, though. (No, I really do.) I love the mini-New Years’ feel of a new start. I love that sense of another shot at things. Familiar routines kick in, and there will be mail in the mailbox. It’s all good.
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