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October 29, 2010

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Thanks Beth! Hope we get to meet up with you in Montreal someday. I'm heading home to Cape Cod for a few days to try to sort out some family issues. Then back to the mountains to wait for snow and skiing.

Wonderful. I used to work in a French bakery in high school, and I knew that the bakers would get there at 2 or 3 AM. By the time I came in on a Saturday at 7 or 8, they had been there, listening to music and making the place smell AMAZING.

Also, there is a certain bleachy smell to bakeries very early in the morning--the floor has been bleached, or the bleachwater dumped in the back (I did this before, too...ugh). And now I kind of like it because it smells familiar.

Thanks for reminding me of this.

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  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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