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 Today I got my first-ever email from my god-daughter V. First thing in the 
morning, though, D almost woke me up as a lay in that hazy state of 
wakefulness when you know you don't have to get up yet, and can 
fall back asleep. Instead we spoke and she offered the needed 
suggestion/solution for what will be my sister K's true gift 
(and D will get the one I mentioned previously).
 
 
 After gradually threatening and growing gray all afternoon, a 
light and now steady rain is falling across the Bay Area. These 
meteorological turn made it easy for me to postpone 
my plans for a visit up to the City, or even to 
Stanford for a film. Instead I stayed in, "lounging". 
After a while I began cleaning horizontal 
surfaces like tabletops. In the bathroom and 
kitchen, the floors now gleam. Ventured out and 
successfully acquired more Xmas gifts, this time 
at "Pep Boys". Later, early evening, a visit to 
"Cost Plus" <1> 
for stylish, inexpensive imported wrapping papers.  
 
 
 Stray phrase of the day (I think I picked it up from 
"This American Life"):
 
They let anyone be parents
...usually said in a low, grumbly voice 
by the children; or in shock by outsiders.
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