Notes
I accidentally said that the cemetary we were running through was Frank's paradise. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu would be disappoint.
Also, Today was the first time my hip was sufficently flexible that I stayed asleep all night laying on my right side with out turning, so I got to stretch it out all night... although my knee hurt when I woke up - figures.
ALSO I GOT INTO BERKELEY TODAY AND AM NOW SET FOR LIFE!!!
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Leffler: (reading aloud) In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats -- the hobbit was fond of visitors.