Mew, Mew Beowulf! I'm doing well, thanks!
Ooh, you have a real piano? My parents had one for a while when I was in Elementary school and I even took lessons for a while. A couple years after we gave up on me being serious about the instrument I think they sold it to one of the instrument stores in their area. I think they are such dust magnets because of their smooth, flat surface.
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I'm trying to enjoy my empty house. Trying to decide on a bunch of things such as if I'm going to turn on the World Series or find something different to watch; if I'm going to have something hot and non-alcoholic (like tea or cocoa) or if I shall start imbibing the Jagermeister; and also what I'm going to feed myself for dinner. I don't think I've ever really had to worry about cooking for one and I feel absolutely clueless.
I need to put on a sweater or something. It's chilly tonight (truly! It's 36*F but breezy so it feels like 30*F) and I'm getting all goose-bumpy.
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For the tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation up in dark and empty skies
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