"The river was deep and swift, and at night when it was very still you could hear it chuckling quietly to itself as it hurried by. But in the spring the chuckle grew to an angry roar, and the river rose higher in its banks and sometimes overflowed them, and snatched and tore at hen-coops and gates and woodpiles and carried them down with it"--The Clockwork Twin
Dreamed of crossing a brook near the quarry near our Sackville house; clearing away the damp snow that was clogging the brook's channel, and being swept away by the resulting flood.
Started another Freddy the Pig book, titled The Clockwork Twin.
Dinner was pork roast.
Hosted a Games Meetup at my house. Two people came: John, the video artist from the Geneva Centre group; and Greg, who knew about this Meetup from being a member. We played The Amazeing Labyrinth and Scrabble. It was a lot of fun.
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