“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.” — Eleanor Roosevelt
(I had a bitch of a time getting this one started. I suspected the C was the E, but I couldn’t rule out the J. Finally, I saw DAY and AND, and then NEW came into view. I wasn’t seeing the name at all. I played with E_EAN, but didn’t see Eleanor until I was nearly finished. I also saw the I as O, but was thinking the last name was GOODsomething, or WOODsomething. It’s a little ironic as 3 inches away, in Today in History, was something about President Franklin D. Roosevelt meeting Churchill in Casablanca, in 1943. But, I always do these puzzles before reading the funnies and all the other good stuff on those pages.
I think I might just have been having a bad day. I – unfortunately – woke up around 5:50AM, and then set my alarm for 8:00. Had trouble getting back to sleep, but eventually did. Heard the alarm, but decided to sleep a little more. Woke up at 9:46! Raining like a SOB, after a number of sub zero days. Snow was pretty much gone, but there were still icy patches on the sidewalks, for my morning Wally walk. I came to this one stretch of sidewalk, on a busy road, that had both ponding and ice, so I opted to walk on the lawn/dirt to the side of it. I could tell that the upper layer of soil was squishy, but it was still frozen underneath. I thought I had it all under control, when I stepped on this very slight grade. I fell on my ass. The handle of the umbrella went into the mud. My leash hand went into the mud. I held onto Wally though. I was able to get up right away, but felt like I twisted my right knee. I was a little in shock, a little in pain, and a lot pissed. I was able to complete our walk. The knee isn’t perfect, but I don’t think there’s any major damage. I had to do some emergency laundry, as there was mud all over my ass and pants leg. Then, I breezed through the Jumble, but got hung up on this bad boy. Before I knew it it was noon, and my son was coming in the door, for lunch. Holy Crap! I had no idea that it was that late. I made him a sandwich, and then got back to the Cryptoquote. I’m also getting some little chest twinges. Such a bother. Oh, well. I’ve gotten all that off my chest. Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
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