* I crawled into bed at midnight mourning the loss of a face brush that I bought in 1982. Sometimes it is the smallest losses that pause us, that trip us up. Such a frivolous thing to miss! How silly to be distracted by a hairy thing the size of a golf ball. But..but. What it had lived through with me! When thirsty at 3am I tottled to the kitchen and...there on the counter was the face brush! Disheveled woman seen dancing in the kitchen.
* A cricket finds a place in the bathroom to escape the cold and snow.
* A soft warm bun as incentive for leaving the warm house early.
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