When you go outside to find that the atmosphere is as sleep drunk as you are.
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Mind Blur
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My Life’s Work
The first entry in my current journal says it all.
A mere thirty-two miles north of my place lies a magic, tax funded, endorphin generator.
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The Long Day
I have mixed feelings about the solstice. I don’t want the days to get shorter.
You wonder why it took so long to do something about the west side of the house and realize: it wasn’t laziness, it was lack of imagination.