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I suspect, sometimes, that it's not that people get older and wiser, but that most get better at making the appearance of their lives conform more closely to the expectations of those around them. If we can't avoid hiding our failures, at least we become more skilled in making them look like everyone else's.

Some don't even manage that.

This is the part of winter that I truly despise.

bedfull_o_books's car is stuck, immobile in a snowdrift. An hour of digging got us exactly nowhere.

We're now waiting for AAA road service to arrive to tow the car out. So, no visit to her sister's today. Also, bedfull_o_books appears to have thrown out her back.

Feh.