Monday, November 19, 2018


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To my love. Again, another month for us together and in love. We huddle together as the nights grow darker and colder. This year, we celebrate Thanksgiving in our home, reprieved from the grind of holiday travel and the crush of families and the alien surface of guest beds. At least for this year we can have a casual Turkey Day with us and the cats, a trimmed-down affair with small portions and sleeping in and no preconceived notions and pressures of having a prefect holiday for family and friends. We don’t get a lot of these low-stress holidays, but I’m grateful for when we have them. It’s just us, and the cats begging for over turkey. It’s compact and I’m in the familiar territory. I’m comfortable. And I’m with you, my love.

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