Ten.Nine Hundred & Thirteen
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Getting lost walking to the airport. All my luggage with me. Every turn takes me further and further away.
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Sigh.
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Morning pages by twinkle light. Still quiet. Not many more days of this left.
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The bacon isn’t cooking fast enough but then suddenly it’s overdone. I grab a biscuit and put it into a napkin, try not to spill my coffee as I make my way to the car.
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The light this morning is so pretty. Everything is glowing. Morning dew. Thin wisps of fog. Green.
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I giggle at the cows. I ask him if he too wonders how they don’t fall down the hill. Perhaps the hills aren’t as steep as I think they are. It’s still so funny to see.
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The garden is locked.
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I don’t think the refrigerator delivery guys are too happy with me. But I don’t really care. I measured. It’s going to fit. It fits.
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One is napping. The other two eat so quickly that they disappear before I finish my first glass of cinsaut.
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A good day? A good day.