Numbers keep climbing, NJ right after NY. Bed is my safest place to be once the sun dips. Thank God Figgy and Punch get along so well as we hunker down. They germinated seeds tonite.
Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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