(But first, there is somebody in the nearby at my apartment complex playing a horn--a sax?--just goofing around, warming up, but it is still happy-making. I think I would marry a busker, just so they could play down the street from where I live
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*more hugs*
PS. Hopefully this makes sense. ;)
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As for going places, I'll visit with my mother on Saturday, then a local antiques guy I've known for years through his fabulous store (OMG you will love this place when you come to visit, museum quality to yard sale stuff) will stop by Sunday so I can get an insurance estimate for a few items from our family place and my mother's desk. Other than that, it's a PJ weekend all the way!
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Sometimes I wish I was a bit more normal, and then most of the time I'm quite glad I'm not as even then I don't think I'd fit in the way I'd feel I should.
I still need to figure out when I can visit. I feel like I should come in the fall next year, for the colors. :) (I've seen the pic you sent of your new place, by the way--yay! I'm so glad for you!)
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I am trying to store up me-time as much as possible, because my roommate just had her last day at work on Monday (she's been working at Borders for the past five years, now, oops) and now she's going to be home all the time until she finds a new job. And I love my roommate, but ALL THE TIME.
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