Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Forty-Three
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Morning meditation.
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Less moaning than last week, but still feel all the places that are sore and tight.
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I pause at the top of the stairs and look at the way the light is falling across the space. It is still quiet. It is still so very beautiful.
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Coffee in a regular mug, in the car, with white pants. Living on the edge.
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He says that for not the one very hard thing, we wouldn’t be experiencing all of these really good things. I am not entirely convinced that the only way to good is through pain. But perhaps the pain brings clarity.
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I fill a cart with pumpkins. I remind him that last year I didn’t buy fall decorations because we were evacuated.
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Tank sample of syrah. Barrel samples of the rose and chardonnay.
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Laundry and more laundry.
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I pull the cards and they are all contrary. Not surprised. Upside down is exactly how I feel.
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Long night but a good night.