I have just finished with a long hot bath. I have worked a lot of hours this week. I will work a lot of hours next week.
I am knitting a familiar sock pattern in bright colors. I am wearing handknit socks and striped pajama pants. I am reading a book about a class full of special needs children.
I am eating leftovers.
I am alone, except for the dog and cats.
I am happy.
Why do I try so hard when this is all it takes?
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