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I'm hearing Ghost Riders in the Sky. Mulch is sitting by the side of the garage. Kids are making messes in the bathroom, darkness is upon us. Have had the viral crud for three days and am slowly returning to human form. Mowed the lawn and conquered a few weeds intimidating the tomatoes, beans and sunflowers earlier today.
Went in search of ice cream, did this last year at the this time too.
Anticipation is bothering me. Can't plan it, stop planning it. Instead seek it out and embrace it when it happens.
Sounds so completely easy. Yeah right.
Mulch Riders in the Sky.
copyright Kathryn Gibson 2005-2018. Do not use without permission.
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