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| New Day - J* |
Once again the drumming of my nails on the table top drones on and on. Water has been dripping a single drop at a time from the roof over the fourth floor onto the cowling of the air-conditioner. Drip. Drip. Drip. The cats stare out the window, and wonder excitedly about the potential hidden in the scurrying activities of the squirrels, be they allies or... prey.
I anticipate the visage to be held in the magic glass of the scale.
Tomorrow, if my calculations are correct, should bear tidings of great (though they be but modest) losses. We shall see what the morning brings.
As for me, I'll go and watch as new buds make their way into the light of the coming Spring.
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