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Sundays are nice. Until about dinnertime, at which time I start feeling like I should have a three-day weekend.

Today I did a bit of homework, took a bit of a walk to Starbucks, and learned 3 chords on the guitar: A, D and E. Whee. Now the first three fingers on my left hand hurt when I type.

Next I will crochet, and perhaps see if I can convince Cory to take a bicycle ride with me in search of dinner.

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This evening Cory and I took a short walk as the dusk deepened. It was windy and balmy, and smelled like pine and daphne and cherry blossoms and woodstove smoke. It was a nice way to end the weekend.