An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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Monday, May 5, 2014
Once Again, Too Tired to Write
Dropped off car, walked back, groceries in my backpack and in both hands. Sug threw up on bed. Punch wouldn't get dressed for school. Figgy was worrisome. Plus picnic in the park. Good nite.
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