Saturday, February 21, 2004

It's about fourty degrees out there, I've been washing dog and cat prints off the front porch and furniture in hopes that I will be able to use them much more comfortably very soon.

Though spring gives me anxiety when I think about six kids, a large dog and two cats with all the mud about our cramped little nineteenth century home, I am still glad it's poking its head about.

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