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You Call This Cold?!

Winter has arrived in the Big DC. Actually, it's been rather frosty since last week. I was quite glad my large leather coat, scarf, gloves and hat came here via the mother-in-law (she visited Kim and Georgia for a week) otherwise, a Rickcicle would have been unavoidable.

Since the only times I ever visited DC or NY was during winter months, this place is feeling more like I'm used to - brisk winds, biting cold, and seeing your breath in Metro stations.

It's beginning to feel like the holidays...Starbucks has eggnog lattes. Yum! Not carb-friendly but a little treat is fine.

An Open House is being held this Sunday at the Jackson home. Hopefully, some leads will come from that.

I'm off to Jackson on the 19th...and bringing Kimmie and Georgia back here for Thanksgiving week. I had hoped we'd have our own place by now...but it will all happen when it's supposed to happen.

Hope each of you is well. Thank you for your thoughts, prayers, emails, and calls. They are always appreciated. Be sure to check Photos for new ones of the little pookie...also two new movies are under Files. Thanks, Kimmie!

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