. . . that cannot be faced when one is fortified on a regular basis by fresh berries, topped with a little creme fraiche.

(I'll add the accents to creme fraiche if someone will give me the html; I'm busy printing out fiction; I'm going to let them have an important reveal tonight, and I'm shakin' in my boots. More later.)

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. . . that I stop at horse crossings, but only slow down for stop signs.

I've explained that I can tell when there's another vehicle at a stop sign, and when there is not. But a stop sign in and of itself is very unlikely to jump out into the street in front of my car, causing a collision.

Whereas large mammals (horses, deer, humans) will do that every now and again.

He appears unconvinced. Which leads me to believe the Sheriff's deputies will likewise be a bit skeptical, should any of them observe my unorthodox approach . . .

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We can call it a SoCal snow day. I've caught up on sleep. I dealt with a few of my volunteer commitments, and housework . . . um, no. Shall I watch TV? I'm not walking downstairs unless someone tells me it's going to be worth my while. Is there a new Boston Legal on?

Or shall I just finish re-reading America's Secret War?

I only listen to you, my readers, on these matters. I used to have an id, but I traded it away for a package of crackers.

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And screw 'em all.

UPDATE: Okay. Slow crowd tonight. Need a hint?

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