Lay me on the sofa and, china doll-style, my eyes close. Lo! An afternoon goes. Read my first newspaper in weeks. What ever is going on out there? Anyone still got a job?.
From this angle, the windows almost look clean.
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There aren't so many cards this time around. Not that my pool of friends has shrunk. More that being ill is no novelty, with no beginning or end worth recognition. [Having said that - am exceeding grateful for those I have received, they're all up, no insult intended.]
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Sleep was good. Progress of sorts.
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