The first gentle snow of an Indiana winter started falling this morning. I like it fine...so far.

I drank a Pepsi for lunch and won an NFL hat. It says the odds are 1 in 36, and I didn't even drink 36 Pepsis to get it! A little good karma today.

I need some stitchin' up time this weekend. I've been going full tilt with work and the holidays. Being somewhat out of steam, I'll go right to more from PETER ROTTENTAIL:

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EXT. STREETS -- DAY
Lenny's rattletrap car threads its way through a quiet neighborhood.
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INT. LENNY'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
James watches the neighborhood out of the passenger side.
JAMES
The old neighborhood. Wonder what happened to a lot of those kids we used to run with back then.
LENNY
You're not going back to that birthday party again, are you? 'Cause I don't want to hear about how that magician let you pet his magic bunny or whatever.
James just looks out the window.
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EXT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE -- DAY
Lenny pulls into the driveway of a small, neatly-kept house.
Both men pile out and look at the place.
Across the street is ABBY COHEN, a pretty young woman, watching them out of the window of her home and talking on the phone.
We see James and Lenny from her POV.
ABBY
Hey, Claire, guess what, two guys just pulled up to that vacant house across the street.
CLAIRE (V.O.)
What are they doing there?
Abby watches them grab out overnight bags.
ABBY
Moving in, looks like.
CLAIRE (V.O.)
Sounds like "Steely Dan" might have to go back in the old underwear drawer.
Abby watches them unload a trunkload of cleaning gear.
ABBY
Don't know about that...they might be gay.
Lenny stretches his back and notices Abby watching from her window. He smiles and waves.
Her curtain snaps shut.
James clasps his shoulder.
JAMES
Another day, another restraining order.
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INT. ABBY'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Abby peeps around the curtain.
ABBY
I'll keep you up to date. Bye.
Abby clicks off.