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Writing group tonight. My new poem is called Holy Goose. Derived from the Our Father (as Catholics [and we formerly-practicing Catholics] say), the Hail Mary (both of them prayers particularly useful when saying one's penance post-confession) and Mother Goose. And it's back to yoga also, first time since before Thanksgiving. I really miss yoga when I don't go. It makes everything easier. And, oh yeah, I'm heading off for a full day of work before yoga and writing group. Better get a move on.