J and I had a nice "date night" Friday. We saw The Legend of Zorro. Both that and Batman Begins earlier this week were J's picks. I told him we should watch "Men In Black" again to round out the black-wearing, crime-fighting theme.
I've decided it's a whole lot easier mentally to count down to something (11 days till I get to POAS) than to count from something (days past ovulation which I haven't really calculated and hope I can keep myself from doing so). In a couple days I'll be down to single digits - what could be easier?!
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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