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Hard, cold work, but with a certain joy that has been missing of late. Merry Christmas Anne!

Golly, Ann, you're right. It didn't occur to me while writing this post, but having read your comment, I too can see that I'm coming out from under the cloud of the intense initial bout of grief after losing my Dad. I think that would make him happy. Thank you for your insight. Merry Christmas, yourself!

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