Monday, November 29, 2010

breakfast, lunch

It was snap-frozen cold this morning, but the lake looked so serene, contemplative.  A few brave grebes and coots skimmed the surface, for breakfast, I presume.  The hard-core bootcampers by the pergola did static lunges on blue tarp: crazy or dedicated?

I just walked faster to the relief of the warm carpool.  Sadly, it's not warm yet in the office.  I've pulled on my coat and have a blanket around my legs like an old storyteller.  I can only tell myself about the story of microwaved meatloaf and roasted vegetables for lunch.

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