Much remains unaccomplished while one stays at home. It is not the silence that is deafening, rather the lack of silence that dizzies one's head. However, now that the kids are somewhat taken care of and hopefully not freezing as the wander outside, Christmas music played by Andre Rieu is now filling the house, slowly removing frustrations. It doesn't help the motivation level, nor do cold toes. The latter one is my own fault for not going upstairs and retrieving some. If the fireplace was installed, my toes would warm, even though it is bad manners to have one's feet on the table. Books are strewn across the coffeetable, so there isn't much room left for anything else, which hardly makes impoliteness excusable.
English ghosts haunt me, I can think of one or two ...
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I think there's a corresponding lack of coherence to your lack of motherly instinct, which lends a charming air of authenticity and immediacy to your post :P
are you kidding? maria, you possess an abundance of motherly instincts. good thing too... who would keep me from misplacing my head? and help me rescue lost balloons... ?
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