He did look up to take in the import of another year.
The decorations look as though they had one too many last night so away they go today, the minute I feel a tiny nudge of energy.
You might think that I had a wild time of it last night and in fact, I was in bed early watching umpteen installments of CSI. Watching can be exhausting.
Drummer boy is waiting on the stairs to go onto the repair department before he is tucked away. He and his drum have been severely parted and he looks kind of wild flailing away at what could be a painful part of the anatomy while the music box in his gizzard tinkles on.
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