Mozart had his very last dental cleaning. We're not going to make him do this again. He's a senior man and he's having a hard time just coming out of it. The procedure was a little late and the medications must have done a number on him because he was pretty out of it for hours and hours into the next day. The doctor said he would cry and he has been. It's so sad. So we've been holding him and just rubbing his back and tummy. Mozart and Me (snapchat) We've been trying to clean some. It's not an easy task. I see things that can be put away, but instead, I'm writing up a storm. The problem is, I live like Merlin's little hut in The Sword and the Stone (Disney cartoon 1963). I'm cramped with books and tea pots and everything else that just speaks to me. Everything has a little bit of magic... a story that just whispers their very existence. How am I supposed to get rid of all these stories? Sue said we'd start with the closet. I did get rid of...
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