I have no hierarchical order or focus. Rubbing the cat's belly seems as important as anything else, or impulsively driving to Trader Joe's, just as a huge thunderstorm comes in...I was out of raw almonds.
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2 comments:
I relate to this.
You made your July post a day before I finally got around to it though. Should this become a monthly challenge? Summer and deep Winter months only, of course.
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