It is bitterly cold here, and we pretty much spent the day stranded at home, making minimal accomplishments. I am two days out from a marathon and I cannot say that I am hugely concerned about my lack of activity. My eating habits are currently typically holiday, and we are roaming amongst space heaters. Not much to report. I finished a fabulous book which I cannot wait to tell you about. Abraham Lincoln and I are still slogging it out, and I am increasingly anxious for his welfare.
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Bethenny Frankel is still at the beach
7 years ago
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the accompanying photo says it all! sometimes that's all a writer needs...
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