A sin of endearment if you ask me. Since my return from desert bleakness I've made sloth my daily ritual of choice. Heaven. Sadly, I've also witnessed the sudden but not unexpected passing of my iMac G4. The faithful companion of six years was pronounced DOA following numerous resuscitation attempts at the Apple store genius bar. Now learning to live with a 13 inch MacBook Pro. And they say size doesn't matter. Ha.
Rains are predicted for the weekend. Wonderful. Angelenos don't appreciate it but I sure do. Cleanses the city's filth. Back to my early morning reading. Nearly finished with Henning Mankell's Italian Shoes. Love his writing style. Concise, informative sentences. "I always feel more lonely when it's cold. The cold outside my window reminds me of the cold emanating from my own body. I'm being attacked from two directions. But I'm constantly resisting." Brrrrrr.
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