I thought it would be a day of grief, of mourning, of tears. Instead, for now, it was much better, a day of realistic hope. I spent the day with friends and ate a wonderful dinner my friend cooked. Tomorrow we go out to Masala to celebrate my birthday a little early. I'm excited. It's been awhile since I had Indian food.
It's still very chilly outside, though. We had two days of spring and wham! winter's trying to rear its ugly head again.
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