It's a chilly Sunday Morning in Glendale. Christmas fades in the rear view mirror.
The winds have brought down over forty fronds from the palms there to the left and the tree to the right is heavy with the fronds I am currently unable to reach. It was a big surprise on Christmas night to have to renew my broken field running (well, high stepping) skills to navigate the driveway Christmas Night.
The Holiday Blues abate. The remainder of Marie Callendar's pumpkin pie calls to me, along with the Honeybaked that will be great for breakfast.
michaelsheehan
December 27, 2015
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