joyce (joyce) wrote,
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joyce

I slept like rocks last night from 11 to 8, with weird, weird dreams about working for an undertaker

It is pouring rain out there, and I am feeling very lazy, so I need to take inventory, but I'm pretty sure we can get along without a trip to the farmer's market today.

I have a pot of coffee brewing. The kitties are playing with each other (well, okay. Copper and Marty are playing. Ellie is observing). Lucy is tucked up where she is supposed to be. Life is good.
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