11.30.2003 21:03
Sedgwick really loves his tree. Now that all the leaves are off of it, I can stand in the guest room and watch him for hours. When I go outside, he just sits in the crux of it, but from the window, I can see him venture to daring heights. And then, of-course, he comes inside and sleeps for hours.
Not much to blog about. It was a pathetic lazy day filled with some chores, cookie baking and a walk to town. The news of the day, however, is that apparently the British have spent a whole lot of money determining the formula for the perfect piece of toast. Granted, I too take toast seriously, but not quite that seriously.
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