I'm tired, and I'm cold, and the wind is blowing hard. When it comes out of the south it makes the weather stripping around the back door sound like there's a trumpeting elephant in the kitchen. It's a neat sound. Another of the neat things about this house. I just hope the door stays shut. Temperature is in the 20's tonight-- a big change from last night's 50's. We've been having rain and thunderstorms and wild winds, but it's been mild. Until today...

I have survived the curse of the chain mail-- so far. My friends, too, as far as I know. But, how is my luck running? Hard to say...

Last night I got stupid... well, look, nobody can spell pumpernickel. Nobody. So that wasn't my fault. And, as for candelabra, well, it's my sister-in-law's fault. She never should have deferred to me and my "candellabra"-- in fact, that's probably grounds for committal-- so that's not my fault, technically.

What bothers me is why I insisted on putting a second "b" in treble. I had it right, then, at the very last moment, I stuck another "b" in. Why? Who knows? It just didn't look right as "treble." And we lost the spelling bee. Three lousy words out of I don't know how many, and we get pumpernickel, treble, and candelabra-- rats. Rats, rats, rats, rats, rats-- I still think I was taught to spell it candellabra. I swear it has two l's. Really-- Hey! Someone has been tampering with my dictionary.

Rats. I'm going to bed.

(Hands up everyone who noticed that I can't spell "neice.")

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