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Did not shovel snow today; my reason being the icy rain which is even now falling from the sky. I would rather have glazed snow to walk on than glazed wood. However, this fit of indolence means that tomorrow I will have to excavate both cars from beneath an ice-locked shroud of snow before heading out to the day-job. There are no perfect choices.
I spent a good deal of the day asleep on the couch, which seems to have helped the hacking somewhat, and pleased Mozart, so -- win.
Lest I forget later, let me now remind Mozart's fandom that he will be thirteen years old tomorrow.
I remember as if it were yesterday, Steve and I driving down to New Hampshire in early November Aught-Three, to pick up our five-year-old "kitten" at the airport. I remember Steve almost getting disappeared by a New Hampshire State Policeman who objected to him taking photographs of the art objects inside the airport. I remember being on a flying bridge across the building, with a very clear view of said State Policeman walking up the staircase to Steve's position, unsnapping the peace-bond on his gun as he climbed. Good times. . .
I spent a good deal of the day asleep on the couch, which seems to have helped the hacking somewhat, and pleased Mozart, so -- win.
Lest I forget later, let me now remind Mozart's fandom that he will be thirteen years old tomorrow.
I remember as if it were yesterday, Steve and I driving down to New Hampshire in early November Aught-Three, to pick up our five-year-old "kitten" at the airport. I remember Steve almost getting disappeared by a New Hampshire State Policeman who objected to him taking photographs of the art objects inside the airport. I remember being on a flying bridge across the building, with a very clear view of said State Policeman walking up the staircase to Steve's position, unsnapping the peace-bond on his gun as he climbed. Good times. . .