I don't feel like writing, some days. ┬áDon't feel like making supper, or cleaning out the refrigerator and identifying the source of that smell. ┬áDon't feel like doing much of anything, truth be told, but snugging up under the covers and reading about somebody else... somebody who does something besides pull up the covers. So... Continue Reading →

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