My wrist hurts. I've fallen on the ice thrice this winter (so far) and every time, my reflex is to catch myself with that hand.

I've finished reading one Kathy Reichs novel, and started a new one. Which isn't what I should be reading, by the way.

I've been thinking of cutting my hair shorter for the spring. I've been limiting it to fleeting thoughts so far... but they keep coming back...

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.