Another foggy
start. No agenda to break up the routine. There are books to read and weeds to
pull and steps to walk. Oh yeah, the joys of isolation. Chuck found a creative
outlet by digging out a bowl shape in the tree stump he unearthed. I will replant the sunflower sprouts that come
with a rosebush that were from a chipmunk stash. Writing this with Jake on my
lap. Sweet boy. I wish I had a social event to anticipate. Lonely for my people.
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