YIN AND YANG 421
High January surf.
High January Surf.
Do-mess-ticities and dentists today.
The laundry goes around, and I go grocery shopping.
I found a poem going around in my head, and I managed to write it down before it escaped me. That’s good. Heroic even.
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Himself: Continues to feel great with not a cough in sight.
Herself: Really discouraged about my teeth. Need a new pool shirt too. Daughters car was broken into this morning, and the only thing they took was Zoe’s school backpack. She’s heartbroken.
Reading: Louise Penny.
Captain Poolie: She was sitting up and eating yesterday when we got there. The peeled banana sat on her bedspread forgotten.
Gratitude’s: The pool was glorious this morning tho the air was in the 40’s.
The dentist …. can’t think of much good to say. Hope it’s over quickly? Sitting up in bed is very good, stolen backpack not so much.
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Congratulations on capturing that poem! So good to see what’s up with you, the good, the not so good. Hope I can figure out how to be “friends” again; is there such a thing here yet?
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