Ten.Five Hundred & Thirty-Three
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Shut off alarm. Manage to only “sleep” for 30 more minutes.
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Why is it that I’m always afraid that I’m going to run out of time?
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A proper Sunday breakfast: bacon and eggs and hashbrowns and fruit. I must be hungry. Too bad the coffee is weak.
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He says that there some more fruit on the ground. I walk out and pick up a few lemons from the ground. I tug on a few of the lemons still on the tree but none of them give. I walk over to the orange and inspect. Nothing that looks ripe enough yet. Then I move on to the Pomelo. I grab one that’s already on the ground.
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Soft morning light. There will be rain.
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Create with Joy.
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Create with Courage and Joy.
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This is the kind of slowness on a Sunday I love.
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“Can I make pavlovas?” “No.” “I mean, yes. There is enough time.” There is usually enough time. I’m trying to work on that reflexive “no.”
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The hills are alive.