Some days have ho hum written all over them. And some days kick ass.
This was neither.
I managed to keep my head down and plow through, and it was mostly okay, but there was a pall over the day. Like a dull headache way in the back you just know is there and ready to jump full blown into the forefront, but hasn't yet. It still hasn't jumped, I tried not to think about it.
But that maddening sense of something has me cleaning like the devil. It can't be all bad, the smell is definitely improved. And for that, I am grateful.
Monday April 12: Sharpie on paper 9"x12"
no stars. no trees. i like it :)
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