This day may be one of celebration but with only 2hrs to go I fail to grasp what it is I am celebrating.
It snowed again.
I have been running a fever.
I haven't been able to get to town or the post office.
I re-read some old diaries from the late 1980s that have made me pensive but inquiring about their value for either a short story or a fictionalised memoir--or the makings for a good fire in the burn barrel.
Yet I am not unhappy.
I suppose that is worth celebrating.
7.1.09
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