First, another swim, which went fine, although I was less tolerant of the pain of scar-tissue-bashing than I was on swim #1. Then, breakfast out with my favorite PP (and I even remembered to wear extra layers so in my cold-sensitive post-surgery slow metabolism state I could endure the SuperAirConditioning). Now we are home again, and I am listening to the new Balkan Beat Box, which I just bought at my favorite record store. I'm about to get off the computer and go knit.
Does life get any better than this?
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