November 13--France, Cluster Brooch with Letters Spelling "Amor" He put the brooch on her bare breast. She shivered at the cold metal's touch but couldn't take her eyes off the gold and pearls around an emerald. "Is this for me?" she asked, touching the amazing thing with her finger. He leaned over and breathed on the brooch. Again she shivered as he warmed it. "Of course it's for you. I'm not so cruel as to taunt you with it, am I?" She shook her head and smiled. "No, of course not, you're not cruel at all," she said a little shakily. She moved to rise from the divan but he pinned her there with his arm. "I give you a gift and you leave?" A red flush washed up his neck. "No," she said, "oh no, I just... I got cold and I want a robe." She squirmed but he didn't release her.
I think I'm going to cook up some nice piping hot oatmeal for breakfast with a few dried cherries in it because it's so cold and that's a real stick-to-your-ribs breakfast. Also cherries. What's not to like? I have to work today. I never work on Tuesdays. And then I have tomorrow off. I always work on Wednesdays. This is very confusing. Good thing it only lasts a week. Sayonara.