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Geoffrey Chaucer has reclaimed his blog and is blogging from Kalamazoo this year. I have no idea what he's doing next year.

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Today my loungeroom is strewn with drying clothes and with forgetfulness. I have one of those headaches that make my brows feel low and I am still in awe of my capacity to put a big winter coat some place so safe I can't find it. My mother has perfect vision (her cataracts were done) and the jacket I'm giving her for her birthday arrived in Canberra today and now needs to be despatched Melbourne-wards. I have cheese for historical food testing. I'm only reading four books right now. Unless I count the non-fiction.

That's not all my day, but it's quite enough of it for you to be going on with.