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Projected monster snowstorm was a bust, thank the Lord! Hideous White Stuff did fall from the Sky, but only about two inches of it.

It’s still gonna be a mess because what the Hideous White Stuff fell on was a solid plate of ice. Footing will be treacherous.

But at least the driveway won’t have to be plowed.

Meanwhile, Loraine & I met up for lunch in New Paltz at a newly opened Brazilian restaurant.

The newly opened Brazilian restaurant’s food was Not Great, but I was predisposed to ❤️LUV❤️ them anyway because plucky owner! Plucky owner’s wife! Doing all their own front & back of house!

I don’t know how long they’ll last, though, if they don’t figure out a way to keep the French fry oil from going stale.

It was fun to catch up on news from the old nabe, and afterwards, we went across the street to the World’s Best Chocolatier (which maintains a branch in New Paltz.) I stocked up on hazelnut truffles.

I should have done useful work when I got back to the casa, but I didn’t because it is increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on anything.

I lack discipline.

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Today is the Superbowl, a Great American Orgiastic Celebration about which I do not give a fuck, except to pray that RTT doesn’t do any serious sports betting.

One fun thing about this side of the river is that I have a girl squad.

Girl squads are not people you have long intellectual conversations with about feasible methods of destabilizing the current regime! They are people with whom you discuss the benefits of various lipstick colors, & how much money your crazy kid is spending to go to a Phish concert in Portland, and whether your crazy neighbor’s offer to plow your driveway is sufficient recompense for the two weeks she was down with the flu & you ended up walking her dog.

Actually, I lied—we did talk politics! (We all loathe Trump.) But we did it sotto voce because we were eating pizza, drinking Irish coffee, & making wrong guesses in Trivia Night at the Parkview, Trumplandia’s version of the Cheers bar, so we were in enemy territory, surrounded by supporters of the Human Cheeto.

“Like it or not,” I said, “we’re locked into this movie theater for the next four years. Pass the popcorn.”

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I did absolutely nothing of any consequence yesterday—and had a fabulous time doing it—but today I really must buckle down & Remunerate. First, though, it’s off to the gym.

Gotta Keep An Eye On That French Fry Oil

Girl Squad