After the storm that raged through the night, today the skies are a clear, beautiful blue. If only the political storm we’re living through could pass as easily.
It’s a quiet Sunday here. I’ve cooked a few meals for the week ahead and now, with that done, I’m settling into the stillness.
On a scale of one to ten, my desire to write is about a one. I’d much rather curl up with a book.
So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
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