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naptime Didn't manage to get up in time to get to the races. Barely managed to make it to meet a friend for a bike ride at noon. Felt like poo, but I feel a bit better now. Friends leaving town, having an afternoon in a dive, and I went there but no one was there - perhaps they were passed out in the alley by then. Sad. Sad when people leave and things end. Kids these days, they grow up so fast. Eating grilled cheese tomato and avocado. A nap would be lovely. Got Mr. Rudeypants some tuna, and he was pleased, but not as excited as I thought he'd be. I'm worried about his pancreas. Reading The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker. Not a good thing for a fine lady to be reading alone in a house on a hill on a dark and windy Friday night.
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