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May 13, 2005

100Mornings-45

The morning is muggy, and I can't breathe. I am debating whether to turn on the air or the heat. I could run first one and then the other. I can't think of anyone who would endorse this idea. Best to leave the air for someone else to adjust.

A six-foot helium and Mylar flamingo stands in the middle of the room, his head slowly revolving. I had stopped to buy Terry a mother's day card when I saw him. Forgetting the card, I brought him home. Fortunately, Terry fell in love with him. He's a week old now.