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I don't like stairs. Really. And right now I live in a de facto seventh-floor walkup. For six weeks. My knees are not happy, although all that exercise has meant I don't get as tired as I'd feared.
The pretty orange lentils cooked down to a yellow mush, but it tasted good anyway.
I got email from an old friend I haven't seen in years: she's had two daughters since we last spoke, and the older girl is seven years old. This is a bonus of posting meeting announcements to a Usenet group I don't otherwise frequent.
The pretty orange lentils cooked down to a yellow mush, but it tasted good anyway.
I got email from an old friend I haven't seen in years: she's had two daughters since we last spoke, and the older girl is seven years old. This is a bonus of posting meeting announcements to a Usenet group I don't otherwise frequent.