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THE IDES OF MARCH

It's gray and gloomy. I'm bewaring...taking care...lying low.

Just in case doom awaits, I attended church this morning*; ate Chinese food with friends**; savored a very large portion of 72% dark chocolate***; listened to Garrison Keillor tell jokes****; read the comics*****; worked two crossword puzzles******; lay on the floor an inordinate amount of time and listened to Leonard Cohen's golden voice coming from the CD player*******.


*Asked the Lord for mercy.

**"Feeding a cow with roses does not get extra appreciation," said my fortune cookie.

***Superbly flavored with spicy chili pepper, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg and almonds.

****Did you hear about the paranoid dyslexic?...He was always convinced he was following someone.

*****Dilbert, Frank & Ernest up to their usual antics and clever word play.

******"will shortz's (sic) The New York Times little black (and white) book of crosswords"

*******I think he sings pictures the way Marc Chagall painted them...each of the two a favorite artist of mine.



Everything's gone quite well thus far. Doom does not appear to loom. With a few more hours to go, however, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

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