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January 29

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2018 You can’t see the tiny snow sand, but it was pouring snow, so I curtailed my walk and sat under a cat. A perfect day for reading 2015 Another morning commute Trucks stir up thick dust. I drive past a mangled rabbit And look at the hills. 2014 We may be taming This hungry fox family. They are so catlike. 2010 "I prefer boysenberry more than any ordinary jam...." A perfect Friday song!

January 3

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2020 I chop some kindling For the wood stove, awaiting The propane guy’s fix. #warmtoes! 2018 Penultimate walk It was really windy last night: evidence on Thames path More Bodleian: couldn’t take pix of amazing Duke Humphrey room University courtroom Parliament room. Chancellor’s seat. King Charles I seat. Sheldonian and Bodleian Botanic Gardens Really old tree, approx 400 years Cheshire Cat appears Tree to right looks like a giant caterpillar irl Mistletoe! 2017 What do "The Great Escape," "The Usual Suspects," "Philomena," "Gross Pointe Blank, "The Princess Bride," and "The Lion in Winter" have in common? Hint: theraflu There appears to be A cricket in the basin. Bathroom surprises. 2015 We saw a bunny, And then we saw the magpie. Waiting for the fox. I'm settling in, And all the boxes are gone; Don't check the closets. 2014 This one is bolder. He came right up to the door But did not come in.

January 2

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2020 Returned home to snow And a non-working furnace. Huddled in blankets. 2018 Oxford Outside the Storytelling Museum Snuck into the Bodleian The Hogwarts infirmary, aka Bodleian Divinity School Bodley’s iron strongbox, more locks for Lynn Hernandez Christopher Wren’s door Below is a review for 2014. I like re-reading it, so here's another. In 2017, I wrote no entries in Feb and March. I was working, taking classes, and making plans to enter the Life Nomadic. Apparently I had no time to write! Jan: I delivered my rent check and he said, "So, it's 2017 and the world hasn't come to an end." Apr: We put 5 more boxes in his storage unit in the basement of the building, and he fingered the chicken wire that separates his space from his neighbor's: it has come loose from the staples that moor it to the flimsy wooden framework. May: I'm sitting in a lovely hilltop house in Petaluma CA, listening to baroque music on Spotify, watching the gentle coastal hills acro...