Ten.Five Hundred & Forty-Two
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I hear the sound of boxes being moved around. Didn’t we say 7? What time is it?
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I get up and put bacon and the apple turnovers in the oven, slice the danish and put it on a platter.
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Mimosas and a big bottle of water.
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Everyone is satisfied. A fat stack of books and a pasta maker for me. Plus a set of V flats. I don’t know where to begin.
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Twilight Zone plus hot tea and a nap. This is day 2 of no caffeine.
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It’s too hot in the sun. Yes, I’m in all black, but still. Sweating on Christmas.
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We talk about how today doesn’t really feel like Christmas. It does, but it doesn’t. We blame it on all the transition. This has been a long year with long periods of high stress. But it’s almost over and we’re here. Next year will be different. Next year will feel totally different.
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Prime rib, a heavy Italian Sangiovese and Syrah blend, those cheesy potatoes, green beans in bacon fat.
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One medium slice of chocolate cake with salted caramel frosting. We decided that the cake looks rustic but that didn’t interfere with its taste. Clean plate and fork.
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More Twilight Zone and back to bed.