Friday, January 6, 2012

Typical

Lashing rain and howling winds insert themselves endlessly between me and blessed sleep. I surrender and go downstairs to make coffee. As I sit drinking, bleary-eyed, the cacophony ceases.  
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  1. J Cosmo NewberyJanuary 6, 2012 at 9:08 PM

    Perhaps they missed you.
    Perhaps they were teasing you.
    Perhaps they were having raucous fun and ingnoring you.
    Perhaps.
    Perhaps not.

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  2. JenniferJanuary 7, 2012 at 3:22 AM

    okay, i had not read your post when i posted my small stone today. funny how we both used the term bleary-eyed!!!

    yikes!

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