Listening: New Proclaimers album
Reading: Charlotte Bronte’s “Shirley”
He whistled a cheery stave, which did not, however, prevent a broad drop or two (much more like the “first of a thunder-shower” than those which oozed from the wound of the gladiator) from gathering on the lids of his gray eyes, and plashing thence to the threshold.
Watching: “Laverne and Shirley”
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