If it's 9, I need to be here. Eleven there, and three there and back again. Tomorrow is much of the same. And Monday starts it all over again. But there are bright sparkley bits along the way.Banjo, clarinet lessons, working on my books, working in the gardens, walking, swimming, partying, riding my bike, and kissing the kids. Even facing a sink of dirty dishes; life is good.
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