This morning I sipped coffee at the patio door watching the morning snow. Our neighbor across the street (we call "The Gays") came out of his bungalow and began the legally required morning task of clearing the sidewalks of snow. A Hugo Boss peacoat, unbuttoned without a shirt, loudly printed plaid pants, a headband to cover the recent hair transplant procedure, and hightop sneakers were required. Apparently.
I called out to the boyfriend who was starting waffles only to discover we were out of eggs, "I fricken' love our neighborhood!"
Today is our last day of self-isolation vacation, and I think that's for the best.
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