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Updated: 11/23/08

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Sunday, 23 November, 2008

So maybe I don't need to have an excuse for anything, but it's nice to have one. So here is why I cannot finish folding laundry today:

Furry excuse

Last night we had some of Gary's colleagues over for dinner. Gary was on back up so he had to stay home while I ran errands and did shopping at Costco in New Jersey. I bought our usual staples and freezer-worthy food and made a stop at the wine store to buy for dinner, Thanksgiving and the upcoming Trollop Visit at the end of December.

Gary did the cooking - he made dumplings with a spicy pork sauce for an appetizer, broiled asparagus and green onions with parmesan cheese, Israeli couscous (cooked in a lobster broth) and crabcakes for the entree. I made an artichoke/three-cheese dip for an hors d'oeuvre and Janine and Eddie brought dessert - a lovely pumpkin pie.

I drove Gary to the hospital this morning - with a bit of a diversion for the Philadelphia Marathon which cut through the middle of town in several places. Around 10:00 the doorbell rang and there was a police officer at the door. Our neighbor across the street (her name is Kat) was attacked earlier in the morning! The officer said that there was blood on the sidewalk and asked if we had heard anything between 5:00 and 7:00. I said that we were awake from about 6:45, but didn't hear anything; since the house is set back quite a bit from the street, we don't get much noise. From some of the other questions, it sounds as if it was a domestic attack - she was taken to one of the other local hospitals, but we haven't been able to get any information on her.

It's been REALLY cold here for the past several days. I was in Bermuda on business Monday through Wednesday - when we made our approach back into Philly on Wednesday afternoon the pilot announced that it was 33 degrees and the whole plane groaned.

[I groaned the loudest, I'm sure.]

Quote du jour:

"The weather is like the government, always in the wrong."

Jerome K. Jerome (1859 - 1927) English author

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