Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Fifty-Three
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Snooze.
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The birds are loud this morning. So much to say.
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I forgot they would be in here. So much for getting that done before the call.
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Three things. Only three things.
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So everyone seems to be struggling in their own way, feeling like they’re failures when the reality is that they are not yet supported in the ways they need to be in order to succeed.
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Better to ask forgiveness than permission?
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I know that sound. I walk over to the window and see a little finch on the deck, its head is ticking like a stuck sprinkler head.
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Where is the sun?
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She is awfully loud. Maybe this is her only child and that is why she is so excited. No. No. She’s just loud. Very loud. The woman in front of me turns around and says, “Who is her child? Surely he must be embarrassed?”
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I watch her walk into the bathroom with the glass of wine in her hand. Oh, no. I follow her in and hope to see the glass on the bathroom counter. It is not. Oh, no. I exit the stall and she is walking out with the wine in her hand. And we wonder why there is Covid.