Planted and weeded again. Even though I was not energetic, I
couldn’t resist the call of the backyard. Today I may fill the hot tub. Yesterday
I wished that I could soak after physical therapy. I do need to write in my dusty
paper journal. I realize that I have not kept up since the incident with the
sheriff reading my opened page. That’s silly of me, but it was an intrusion
that still rankles. I need to move on.
My journal, my friend
Years and years of shared history
I am here to write
My journal, my friend
Years and years of shared history
I am here to write
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