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In the usual way, our lovely son has decided to give us both his cold bug. Of course, it's not affecting either of us except for an unbreakable and bottomless case of lethargy, which causes both of us to be spending the day on the sofa like enormous lumps.

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I'm reading Geek Love, for a_book_a_month. I'm not entirely sure what I think about it yet, except it being disturbing, but I am on chapter seven. Not for the faint of heart. It is not a fluffy novel at all. And yet compelling.

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Apparently we have the epitome of Shiftless Maintenance Guy. Our dishwasher arrived last week. We are still waiting for the guy to get back to us. The rental agency says he should have called us by now. We ought to be so lucky.

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That's all the news that matters from here.

Road to Paradise (non_plot challenge #20: Cuteness)

(Bonus points for any of you who have actually heard the aforementioned song, or heard of Chilliwack, either).

The snow falling was thick and silent. It just piled up and kept piling up inexorably, on and on, and it seemed like it would never end. Jakob sighed. This was not weather he was used to. It didn't tend to snow like this in the Netherlands. Hell, it didn't tend to snow like this anywhere he'd ever been. The Twilight Zone was apparently somewhere north of Chilliwack, British Columbia.

Serves you right for going along with Fabie's halfbaked ideas, he mused. Whoever thought of picking a weekend getaway spot because the nearest town had a band named after it? Schnookiebaby, that's who.

He squinted out the window, breathing on it and wiping the dripping frost away with the back of his hand.

What on earth was Fabian doing out in the snow?
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