crisp walk up at 8 this morning to play with DD while her people went to work - we studied the chickens from the kitchen window out in their defrosting yard, we scrutinized several books, repeated words - and DD herself unprompted said "kiss" and touched her lips when she found her chocolate kiss counting book!
the day somewhat disintegrated when i trudged down to my house, message from John that he'd flunked the stress test (well, they said NO cigarettes before the test) and was getting a heart catheterization and would need to be picked up around four. Luckily no blockage was found, the umpteenth nurse/doctor/anesthesiologist said you got to stop smoking. Looks like the oxygen tank is dogging John; he don't want to look . and i must have repeated my line: you've chosen the cig over me.
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