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lauraanne_gilmanSergei, full of tender steaks grilled over a peach wood fire and perhaps a few too many Belgium ales, walked with the confidence of a man who knows that he does not present the image of an easy target – and is armed.
There is snow. There is coffee. There are purring cats. There is a new cd spinning. And there is writing.
Later, there may be napping.
There will also, alas, be bill-paying. But this is Life as An Adult.
It has its Compensations.
ETA: having cleaned off the car, I can report that this was Perfect Snow. Light enough to brush off cars, and wet enough to pack perfectly. Not that I threw anything resembling rounded handfuls of snow at anyone, least of all the quite nice neighbors, oh no, not me...
There is snow. There is coffee. There are purring cats. There is a new cd spinning. And there is writing.
Later, there may be napping.
There will also, alas, be bill-paying. But this is Life as An Adult.
It has its Compensations.
ETA: having cleaned off the car, I can report that this was Perfect Snow. Light enough to brush off cars, and wet enough to pack perfectly. Not that I threw anything resembling rounded handfuls of snow at anyone, least of all the quite nice neighbors, oh no, not me...
