Ten.Eight Hundred & Eighty-Two
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Just a few more minutes.
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Biscuits but not enough milk to make gravy.
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Everyone seems to be upset about having to return to the normal routine. We have only 3 weeks before another 2 weeks off. I remind them that they’re barely in school.
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I crest the hill and am met with a curtain of gray clouds and fog. It’s dramatic and moody and I wish I could pull over and take out my camera. This is a different color scheme, one of muted browns and grays and deep green. An ever-changing landscape.
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We both agree that something isn’t quite right. She has the language for it; I just have the feeling. We develop a plan.
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The time is flying by today and that’s a good thing. I make myself a big mug of tea scented with orange and honey and cinnamon.
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Oh, yeah.
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Unknown. I know who it is.
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Another wave of guilt. Another wondering if I shouldn’t have just made a different choice.
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We opt for a smaller tree and In-n-Out for dinner. Gratitudes.