No energy yesterday. I did walk but a snail could have beat
me. I did go to PT but couldn’t finish my routine. Oh well, I showed up and
that counts. I could smell smoke when I picked up the paper. My humus was too
wet, no eggs at the feed store, no used dog crates at the thrift stores, and
the dogs walked at the harbor. It was a day for numbering all the good things
in my life.
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