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This Pola doesn't even begin to capture the dreariness of the day. Or the dreariness of our moods. Pooh. All week we have looked forward to Sunday, today, and what a wash out it has been. No picnic. Rain, rain and more rain. Gray days are such a rarity in Santa Fe that I really shouldn't complain about one, but come on, does it have to be gray on our day off together?! So we haven't done much of anything. Sulked a bit. Ran some errands. Wandered around the house, unable to settle into any activity. And to top it all off, it turns out that Will *does* have to go into work later this afternoon. So there you go. A nice dreary kick off to my birthday week. (Yes, I still get a whole week.)
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