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Everyone was out this weekend. We lit a barbecue. In the aftermath of three funerals (johnny cochrane, the pope, prince ranier of monaco) and a wedding (chucky et bride),we needed some of our own ceremony.

I put a downpayment on a new bike ("this is the kind of bike that will last you a lifetime"), and we fired up the bbq. It feels so wrong to be at work today!

The snow is melting to reveal scandal that reeks like a season's dog poop buried in snowbanks. Gomery inquiry reports are leaking like so many roofs, banal corruption as inevitable as potholes, and the gross
incompetence as pervasive as the season's breakups and couplings.

But Tulips and snowdrops are peeking out in the backyard,glimmers remain that events are unfolding, good deeds rewarded, bad ones punished, and The blackbirds sing, and singing take their stand.

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