"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, October 21, 2010

I wished my Sunday afternoon was filled with naps and warm homemade cookies. But instead I spent hours at a meeting that made me want to scream (my attention span isn't quite what it used to be). But when I came home Seth was making pancakes for dinner and the day was looking up.

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