Home in bed sick today, with a frog in my throat and a touch of fever. I've been rattling around trying to nap and giving up and reading more internet and then trying to sleep again. I got a few fitful minutes just now, but it was mostly odd semi-waking dreams/memories of an old ex-girlfriend. I haven't thought about her in ages, but I've been working on writing projects lately involving memories and introspection and I think it's digging up old stuff. strange, these memories that I still engage with silently in my head, still trying to get in a last word or two.
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we're having what i'm told is a january thaw here, regardless of the fact that it's february, and it's nice to see icicles melting and just get some sense at all that the snow will someday not be here. Rochelle and I are buying seeds and dreaming of gardens.
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I shaved off my muttonchops, but now am letting my beard grow out again. It's itchy.
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We've been going to UU church, and I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would. I grew up utterly secular, and have trouble knowing how (or, mostly, why) to engage with religion. Talking with Ro and others is giving me insight into the benefits of spirituality as part of a balanced life, though, and certainly I'm open to any avenue of finding more community in this still-feels-new town.
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I've finally tried a rye Manhattan, and will never go back to the bourbon Manhattan again. I'm still experimenting with sweet vs dry vermouth.
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Ro and I are throwing a mardi gras party next weekend- she's mixing up the Hurricane Punch, I'm baking the King Cake, and we both wish that you all could come.
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Some of my baby fever has recently been sublimated into puppy fever