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Temps in the 50s today. Could break records tomorrow. Two days ago, I had to shovel snow and chip ice so I could get to the wood rack on the deck. Now most of the snow is gone, and the backyard is a schlucky mess, as evidenced by the state of puppy paws when their owners returned from their late evening patrol of the backyard.

The state of puppy undersides as well, because they like to run, and the mud likes to spray.

I keep a stack of old towels by the back door. I usually don't need to do that until March, and even then is too soon. It's days like this that I ache for a mudroom. Such is my dream. You can keep your Beemer Z4s, your summers in Provence, your Fifth Avenue shopping sprees. Just give me a mudroom. With a sink. And a drain in the floor. I am at heart a woman with simple needs.

This qualified as a Lost Weekend. I'd like to hit the reset button, but I seem to have misplaced the damned thing. Probably keeping my other Lost Thing company.

Tired. Head still hurts. Dinner was a broiled chicken breast with ginger-apple relish, leftover orzo, and a green salad. It was good. At least something went right today.

Blackhawks lost again. I swear their play has gone to hell since I started watching them. Maybe I should start watching the Redwings instead...

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