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January 9th, 2011

Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. Please leave any comments there.

I woke this morning to the alarm, before anyone was up, to prepare for a Sunday morning meeting.  I got my slippers on, went into the kitchen and started the coffee, and peered out the window at the distant promise of sunrise.  The silence of the house was palpable.

“The name is Bond.  James Bond.”

I woke this morning to the alarm, before anyone other than Number One Son was up.   My heart rate probably hit the roof, but at least I didn’t scream…



Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!