Not Sanding the Floor
There is a dog in my lap and a cat lurking nearby. My feet are up, the sky is grey, anticipating the rare gift of rain coming. The big tree out front has almost no leaves left, and the Christmas tree in the foreground is shedding needles everywhere.
There are two voices in my head. One says, holy crap, if you work all day you might get everything done. T…
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