More cold.
And a little more cold.
Tired.
More tired.
And a little more tired.
There was the computer fiasco.
And protests, riots, disgruntlement.
(I shouldn't read the news).
The arrival of number 19.
A few Ticket to Ride games.
Some sparks of color in the very dreary dead of winter.
Dead of winter has new meaning.
Thank goodness February is over.
I think tomorrow I'll celebrate.
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