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Salad days is such a great phrase!
The made-to-order salad bar gives us such great options to create the perfect salad. And a chance to get it just right again tomorrow.








*I had a sandwich, but service is very pretty. The coffees have a rarified luxury feel. Next time, Watch House is on my coffee trail.
The Paley library (4th floor) will provide viewing of rare archives from TV 📺 history. It’s worth checking that out!


Who thought that mowing the lawn was an avenue to stress relief?
Come to think of it, I used to enjoy a good mow now and again.
The other recommendations include laughing [out loud] – and you knew that one – and chewing gum!
Curious. I guess it’s the aggressive mashing of teeth.
Why does a new broom sweep clean?

Has the old broom begun shirking its responsibility? Tired, worn down, in a rut?
This broom is meant not just to do a bang-up job cleaning but because of its color to make it a fun experience!

Valentines 💝 decorations are sweet. Their upbeat tempo is irresistible. By the 20th, decorations are gone, and we’re back to business as usual.
That, too, can be sweet, upbeat. We’ll just tap along to our own rhythms. Pa-chong pa-chong….
Write about your dream home.
One story with an open plan would be ideal.
Floorplan, open loft, insert cubicle
I prefer at least 1000 sq ft of space, open but with little compartments cordoned off.
Cubbies as rooms in imitation of office cubicles would give the illusion of privacy.
This is asking for the best of both studio or loft style and traditional floorplans.
I have complained about boring or uninspiring architecture at Walk With Me, Too and at other of my “real estate” blogs.
Boxy can be boring, but when I look up at these, I see interesting patterns in the sunshine.










Poccatauny Phil (whose name I have mangled*) just sent the decree:
We are going to have an early Spring!
*Punxsutawney Phil
Every book has become a bus man’s holiday.
You read magazine articles that underlie your trade.
The books on your nightstand preach a deeper understanding of what you do by day.
A novel would be novel. Wouldn’t it?