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It's snowing and work is canceled. Both daycares, the whole city of Boston, appears to be closed. I am in bed, listening to baby monitors. I gave Adventure Lass! a bottle and left her in her crib with it at 5:30, so her occasional noises are all cheerful. Nonetheless, I don't think I can do this much longer.

I feel like murmuring sleepily to the world that I was thinking of hot chocolate and cinnamon toast.