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The last batch came out of the oven, their smell permeating the air of the house with the golden, choclately goodness they truly are. I slumped down into my familiar, comfortable chair and proceeded to read.
I am exhausted.
I have not strength—physically or mentally—to write anything of substance.
And so I don’t.
Social pariah.
At least for tonight; tomorrow is another matter.
For now, a comfortable bed and downy pillows beckon to me.
I will follow their bidding.
2 comments:
Yes, isn't it good that tomorrow is a new day so for tonight I will just say goodnight my son. Love, DAD
i feel like that almost every night.
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