But I have been skittish and eating sugar. Not good.
Today is over; tomorrow is another day.
Figgy had long workdays today and tomorrow at Petco and she, H. and Sug stayed behind.
Good night.
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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