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This late-in-the-day post made possible by pretending that I don’t have more pressing responsibilities, which may or may not include one tremendously crabby baby, whom I have not been able to put down since sometime yesterday. Today I am very tired. It’s always frustrating when the husband is working a million hours a week, when the weather is bleak, when there is not enough of me to go around. I really like today’s dancing mice, the fiddling cat. I do not really like today.

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  1. ((hugs))

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