Observers will note that I have been sleeping in, reclaiming the sleep debt I managed to build up through the holidays and perhaps trying to bank away a little for the future. Sure, it doesn't work that way; but it feels as if it does.
This afternoon, I have some actual things to do, like try reading the smog code my car is on about and shipping this and that to here and there. It's rainy but not cold, and this may be my last chance to clear the gutters before we get temperatures below zero. Between the rain and the steepness of the roof here at Roseholme Cottage, that'll be a pure ladder job.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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