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'Twas In The Bleak December

As of this moment, outside it's 52 degrees, windy (16 mph gusting to 23) and raining. That's bleak enuf by my standards, even allowing for that today's also my birthday. Whee. (Note: really not concerned about getting old, as it usually beats the alternative; I just like griping).

No real major plans: dinner out with Lisa, which is always a fine and lovely thing. Otherwise, nada.

Currently reading: The Dark, the Datlow ghost story antho.