it's a brisk morning in charlottesville, va.
dan returned from london in the wee hours of the morning, but not without being pulled over by a cop between dc and home. he'd been asleep at the wheel and swerving.
we're about to go out for coffee at our favorite fair trade joint, java java. i kicked the coffee habit in 1994, and suddenly seem to be picking it up again. i can't seem to resist a spiced chocolate espresso on occasion, while gazing over the steaming cup into the elfin eyes of my favorite person.
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