It was one of our longest journeys on I95 North. We passed the time by listening to Stephen King's short stories. Traffic was heavy. Solo was ill. We missed the boat to the island. A little delayed, but very excited to see the progress on our kitchen renovation, we arrived at our island home a little after 8pm. The kitchen looked great except for the installation of the wrong color backslash. Epically disappointing, but over-it-now, for the time being. The tree and house are decorated and cozy. The stockings are hung, gifts wrapped, bread rising, doggies snoring and we are enjoying cocktails before cooking our lobsters and hash browns. Life is very good! Merry Christmas.
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