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YESTERDAY MORNING my yard man and I,  between the two of us, ate an English muffin with peanut butter, a small bowl of oatmeal concocted from a packet of the dried instant variety with hot water stirred in, two little doughnuts, one serving of creamed dried beef on a biscuit, and two tiny helpings of scrambled eggs that neither tasted nor closely resembled the eggs produced by the yard man's hens.  We then got a large goodbye from the Small Actor, consisting of many kisses all around, left our motel room and headed toward winter (all unawares that that's where we were going to end up!)

It was downright shocking, Reader Dear, not to mention tooth-chattering and wail-producing, to arrive in the cold blustery north!
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Making the seasonal segue more bearable, on this Sunday evening the yard man built a blazing fire in our open fireplace and read aloud to me for several hours, thereby producing the most delightful day of winter I've had for quite some time!

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