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There are a couple of griffins flanking a door on Perry Street, and someone put very undignified Christmas bows on them. For shame, Christmas decorator! The ribbon was pretty, though, I’ll give you that.
I got a bunch of great gifts this year, so yay! Thank you, everyone!
What shall I do today? It almost feels like it’s too soon to work. Like we need a day to recover from all the holiday build-up. I’ve got a bunch of phone calls to make, but the very thought of making them feels intrusive and rude. There must be some kind of quiet work I could do. Ha. I suppose I could always … WRITE.
Or, I could go to the movies.
I’m tv’ed out.
I’ve been working my way through everything Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child have written together. Right now I’m reading Reliquary. Not as great as some of their others, but still good. I wish these guys were my friends so I could ask them questions.
Bottomline: The holidays are over and we can all go back to our mostly normal selves, whatever that was (I just fixed a typo — I spelled “mostly” closer to “monsterly”).
