Oh, that was a surprise. It really didn't feel as though I hadn't written here for so long. November just wasn't my thing this year; I was mostly working and trying to keep warm, and days flew by like in a sort of trance. Of course, Fred and I still managed a few strolls (our last one was yesterday, a pleasant walk around the town). When we got back home Monday evening, in the bedroom I found Santa's sack full of presents: a black jacket (Costume National), a white-and-black checkered kerchief (Fred Perry), and orange mitts (McKernan). I feel utterly spoiled.
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