… on this dreary grey November day.
I first saw the light of day — or rather the dark of night — around 1:00 a.m. on a cold January morning, in a suburban stone house which, lacking modern heating conveniences, kept only one step ahead of freezing by means of small coal fires in small bedroom fireplaces; and ever since, I’ve persistently arranged to spend every possible moment where the sun shines warmest.
– Cary Grant
i love that.
I would have loved to have given him a good home.
[[one of the reasons i love that is that i understand it; i was born the day after him, which, in my timeframe of 20 years, was the coldest day of that winter.]]
… and i *love* susan’s comment. heh heh