It's been the kind of day where when you're on pop patrol you step in it and it gets ground in deeply into the grooves of your boots. But like it's OK for some reason. I mean you just take it in stride (so to speak). Just like you take in stride doing a hundred little favors for your husband who's up on a ladder and doesn't want to come down.
You call your elderly friend to say you don't have time for lunch this week and she tells you she loves you! And you get all your little prairie dolls stitched for your mother. And it's clouding over so you have to turn the heater on. But it's kind of cozy.
Just a rather magnificent day where the word lazy doesn't exist. The Jahovah Wittness are nice and say they'll come back later. Cuz you're not really dressed for company. And you eat some marvelous cole slaw for lunch. Then you turn your bed heater on and read for a couple of hours.
And finally it's time to talk with your husband about the biography you are writing about him. And although you've heard the stories before there's always some new nuance that you missed before. And you wonder if you'll ever be able to capture such a magnificent life....
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