…but doesn’t it always? Had the day off of work due to extreme chill, and, naturally, slept in and then spent the rest of it on YouTube and in other internet lands. When I finally sat down to write, I got distracted by a poem. Pulled myself together just long enough to do a little more research for the florists so that I could say I was working on something that I’m actually in the middle of, and now it’s past my bedtime. Which is an ever moving target.
The Day Got Away From Me
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