Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Thirty-Two
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Up before the alarm again.
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Last night’s conversation led to grits for breakfast this morning.
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I tell him I feel like taking tomorrow off, but I know I can’t. There is too much that needs to be done.
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I see now that part of the eyebrow is also missing.
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I unlock the storage and drag out the container of old retreat supplies. I am looking for scissors, glue, other ephemera for tomorrow night. I put all the magazines in a pile.
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Together, we go through every drawer, wipe down every surface, remove every bit of trash. It looks like a room again.
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I lay in bed.
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He is lying on the floor.
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More rain.
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More clouds rolling in.