Sunday, December 28, 2014

Day Eighteen

The morning started typically enough, usual time of 10:00, and all that.  Shortly after that, though, I decided to drive the familiar path to my fetching companion's domicile, for a good, filling morning meal and to wander around at the mall.

Once I returned home, I decided to venture into the wonderfully remarkable A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce.  It was quite a captivating ride through the melodious words on the numerous pages.


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