In contemplative mood today. Comes and goes. Perhaps this is because my lovely days of whimsy will soon be behind me. No, they may fade to black temporarily, but they soon resume. Nice. I'm just poor monetarily, however. Poor as sand. Even the thought of a pending payday fails to bring joy. Joy shall return on the "morrow." That's what makes joy such a strong emotion and great inner value. The fact that sometimes the joy does fade, then resumes, is what makes it so poignant, meaningful, and special.
Worked on book some. Yay. Graded some student essays this weekend.
I need fruit, that is all.
Worked on book some. Yay. Graded some student essays this weekend.
I need fruit, that is all.
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