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The Coffee Bean Limit
“Il n’y a pas d’amour, il n’y a que des preuves d’amour*.” – Jean Cocteau The first thing you need to know is that he doesn’t drink coffee. In fact, he secretly (or not so secretly, depending on his mood) considers my dependence upon the substance a sign of moral weakness. So I don’t know…
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Rolling With It
Yesterday, I passed a test, I think. First, I managed to lock myself out of the library at which I am the sole employee. Specifically, I left the key in my car, which my husband borrowed and then failed to return at the expected time. When I went to get the spare key, the keeper…
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There are silver linings, really there are
On the plus side, the four hours of repacking I’ve done today have been rendered much more a) urgent, and b) effective by the necessity of abandoning the rental car a day earlier than expected. I had vain hopes of being able to consolidate our carryings into something amenable to taking the bus. To that…
