Things are hot this summer. I've been overscheduled since April. We're trying to get some custom bookshelves made and installed. An idiot backed into my car making a body shop visit necessary ($860 worth of stupid, and to fix the two other small dings from shopping carts, $925, we're just doing the major stupidity). There's something like a hundred emails I need to write, I need to submit those stories back out. I need to work on the house outside. I need to clean on the inside, again. I need to get rid of the rock/weed bed in the front yard.
It just keeps going on from there. And I need to write. Must write. Then write some more.
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Some people call this the 'pre-dirt-nap phase' of existence.
Well, there is that. It's better to be vertical and on top of the ground.
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