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Enjoying the last of my Cranberry and Lemon scone, with a cup of tea and a spot of news online before the kids get in and the day starts.
| serene_e Suppressing the urge to samba this early during the day so I'm just toe-tapping to Tributo Al Nino Rivera. And thinking of rum. |
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| serene_e I love my Stoli. Hick. |
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| serene_e Crafting letters of rejection. |
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| serene_e Recalling the details of last night. |
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| serene_e Taking in the stormy breeze and a heavy dose of Miles Davis. The mind is completely saturated with thoughts and chords. |
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| serene_e Off to my first CSer gathering. There'll be a convoy of bikes, I was told. Grand! |
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| serene_e Having piping hot spicy kim-chi noodles in cold rainy Saigon. Sure does remind me of winter 2003 in Hong Kong. Noodles, DVDs, duvet. Ahhh... |
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| serene_e Catching up on news online. Loads of reading 'tis rainy night. |
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| serene_e Up early. Gonna get me a skinny latte to start the day. |
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| serene_e Feeling a bit peckish. |
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| serene_e Up, up and awake. Darn that late evening skinny latte. |
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| serene_e Searching. Searching for reasons, answers, hopes. Searching for directions, reconciliation, release. Searching to get back on again. |
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| serene_e Irony: am trying to digest a whopping Beef and Onion Pie and glass of Stout from dinner at Sheridan's after having spent 4 hours at the gym. |
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| serene_e @rstreit Happy birthday! Hope you've had a blast one way or another - despite the pile of reading! |
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| serene_e Having freshly popped corn at my workspace, watching little tots play in the courtyard, and getting thrilled by the arrival of a rainstorm. |
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| serene_e It's that time of the month again: paying credit card bills online and delivering self promises of practising frugality from next month on. |
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| serene_e Having an English moment: sipping a big mug of sweet orange tea. |
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| serene_e Counting the days: it's been a month now. But I still feel it daily. |
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| serene_e Cringe. Cringe. Seriously injured the tail-bone from that fall yesterday afternoon. Walking with a limp; right now, in bed like a shrimp. |
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