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It's 6:10 a.m. Hey, I never chose that alarm sound. But I'm up, I'm up. It was colder and drizzling. Oh, joy. My driver chastised me for sitting out in the rain (even though I had a hood); but then he wondered whether I just wanted to show off my stylish coat. Good comeback.
We didn't have many people at book club today. Just as well, because I'd come prepared to talk about … next month's book? Eek. So I called up my memories about "Home For Unwanted Girls" - a part of Canada's shame and what I call the female equivalent of the horrific abuse at St. Vincent's in Newfoundland. I had to stick around waiting an extra 80 minutes for my ride home so I began reading about the pot-growing Canadian granny for next year.
When I got home, there was editing for the church waiting for me. I heated up some chicken noodle soup which I had with a glass of white wine as I worked. After it was sent off, I could relax and catch up on hours of judge and game shows. Now I think I have to coddle my bursting-to-aggravate back with more pills and bed.
We didn't have many people at book club today. Just as well, because I'd come prepared to talk about … next month's book? Eek. So I called up my memories about "Home For Unwanted Girls" - a part of Canada's shame and what I call the female equivalent of the horrific abuse at St. Vincent's in Newfoundland. I had to stick around waiting an extra 80 minutes for my ride home so I began reading about the pot-growing Canadian granny for next year.
When I got home, there was editing for the church waiting for me. I heated up some chicken noodle soup which I had with a glass of white wine as I worked. After it was sent off, I could relax and catch up on hours of judge and game shows. Now I think I have to coddle my bursting-to-aggravate back with more pills and bed.
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