Friday, September 29, 2017

habits, ice, peanuts

* He always marveled, exclaimed, that I can do without something--coffee, cigars, ice cream. That I had no habits that were not able to be broken. I am slowly breaking the habit of him.

* A thin sheet of ice on the windshield in the morning if I forget to put the car away.

* Freshly ground peanut butter, eaten alone with a spoon.

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