Sunday, November 25, 2012

Made french toast and bacon, hardly any butter, need to go grocery shopping.

Blustery, cold. Should be doing some work, but can't seem to get my head around it.

On Thanksgiving, I slipped and fell down the stairs, no real injuries, slight burn on wrist from railing.

Strange that the big tree out front still has some leaves on it.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Home from L's dad's funeral, watching Macy's Parade with Peretz.

Coffee is brewing.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Woke at 11:11. Happy Armistice Day. Wars continue.

House pervaded with the scent of snickerdoodles. Peretz is pacing about impatiently.

Foggy headed.