January 2011
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It’s midnight.
It is one of those rare nights so bitterly cold that our large dog is curled up inside on a rug and moreover, no one minds at all.
There are paper bags of groceries on the kitchen floor yet to be put up from one of the infrequent times Mom buys healthier food. She really likes when she gets to do that. Most of the ginger snaps are already gone.
A fire is blazing in the...