Most of today's drama was about getting the boy twin out of the house and into the truck, and then out of the truck and into the preschool. The bike ride was uneventful. Going over highway 50 on the pedestrian overpass, I came across a couple of the housing-diffident who had made a sled out of a pickup bed liner they must have found by the side of the freeway. Sure beats a bindle!
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."