Sunday, April 22, 2012

1000 gifts

I'm playing scrabble with my almost-husband and it is overcast and quiet and Sunday. Goose is walked, but I'm still due for some gym time this afternoon. I'm slowly starting to grow accustomed to the rhythms of my own life: the waking, the doing, the resting, the simply existing pieces of my one tiny and wonderful life. For once I'm enjoying today, not looking forward to what's around the bend. Indeed, there will be more bends, more enjoyments to look forward to. But for now, it's time for lunch.

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