The ferrets are: one year old today. The little girls are one. Sebastian turned two this summer.
Weather: damp
Reading: Nothing! I can't find my books! I had two set aside in a Special Place and now I can't find the place. I am sad.
Knitting: slippers and that other project and that other project
Got in the mail: perfumes! My mailbox smelled exotic
"God! I never seen an old guy so fast with his thumbs!" Samovar shouted, great admiration evident as he and Gregg slaved over a hot Playstation.
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