My writing nook is cleaned, somewhat organized; it’s dusted and all the piles are neatly placed where they belong. The window is open blowing a soft breeze; it is quiet outside with an occasional car passing by and the birds chirping about something …
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I woke up this morning very early, my usual five in the morning. It went like this “oh what’s today? Its Sunday thank goodness no work today yay …oh and tomorrow is Monday…wait yes I have tomorrow off too – yay its Memorial Day! Thank you, thank you!”
