It’s been a while since I sat down to write. Been sitting a lot, but there’s little drive to write. Being sick is weird. It’s not only a collection of symptoms that illicit ooo’s and oh my’s from observers, it’s a fatigue that makes the normal routine a journey through peanut butter. Thank God the world is blooming. Just walking around the back yard is like taking vitamins. If the azaleas can explode after putting up with winter, there’s hope.
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