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January 10, 2010
GOLDEN SUNDAY: Two Golden Retrievers asleep at the foot of my bed. (Large bed!) Rumpled golden sheets and comforter catch the sun. Golden sunlight shining on the snow-covered backyard, casting shadows at 10:30 a.m.. A hushed household and no one is stirring. Silence is golden. Time to do whatever I wish; no have to do's tarnish this day's square on my calendar. The sweet taste of a cake-like bran muffin filled with pineapple, carrots, raisins and walnuts, baked to a golden brown still lingers on my tongue, mixes with strong coffee. No regretted words yet spoken.