My book: Sacre Blue by Christopher Moore. I was reading, it was by my chair and it has relocated itself. It might be buried in my bed but then if it is I won't find it until the next housekeeper Friday. On my last visit to the psychic she told me to quit reading multiple books at a time. If I can't find my current book am I breaking the rule?
My favorite Fountain Pen: I think it sought asylum in Canada. I am calling the Hotel Sylvia to see if they found it. I have others but this one has such a nice nib.
My house: It is still buried under Christmas. I am making a good effort to dig it out tomorrow. I have a hard time letting go of Christmas but I have to put it away. I have waited for Take down Christmas Fairies and they are not cooperating this year. When I think about it, they did not do it the last few decades either. (Explore new business opportunity.)
A memory: one of my students asked me if I remembered putting one of my brother's jockstraps up a flag pole because he thought it was funny one of my bras was up the same pole. I have been searching my memory banks and have no idea what she is talking about. I am afraid I believe it is a true story. Oh dear....
Goal for today: Take the gunk out of the pan someone put in the BBQ at Thanksgiving. I found that today.....
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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