Thursday, June 07, 2007

To wake the dead, click and lady of leisure.

I forgot to say yesterday -- a new post is up at 12 Old Masters.

1. When the morning coffee comes out stronger than usual and I can tell because of the way it pours.

2. The clicking sound followed by a hush as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named switches off his fan at the end of the day.

3. Luxuriating on the sofa with a bottle of wine and a bar of chocolate while piles of dinner dishes teeter in the kitchen.
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Blue glass, hot pink and bergamot.

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