Snow flurries. Church, with meditations on an original painting and an original poem created for the occasion by members of our congregation. Back into my housecoat to eat hot cross buns with cream cheese and the chocolate someone left for me as a surprise. Then no commitments and no social plans, but a pack of lamb chops in my refrigerator.
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Date: 2007-04-08 04:58 pm (UTC)