December 22-
We're out the other side of the dark, now. I'm celebrating by doing the crossword. There's not much better on a Sunday morning than the crossword and I'm glad I'm finally able to muster the concentration to take a whack at it. Provided the progeny sleeps, of course.
Wondering if I can sneak it behind the bulletin at church. Never thought I'd be a churchgoing atheist- or, for that matter- the mother of a son. You play what you're dealt. Or rather, you fill in the blanks.
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