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| {Action shot at last night's Hockey gathering} |
The weeds out front had grown window high during this summer. I wondered at their resilience. Those plants were angling to reach the sky by summer’s end. I could barely muster up the energy to wash a sink filled with dishes and fold two baskets of laundry. Still I finished both and cleaned up Morgen's room he moved out of last week, although my body moved as if it was submerged in clay soil. I entertained the idea of making chicken casserole for dinner. Instead I stayed stuck to the computer for NCLEX studies and wondered if cereal and toast would suffice as dinner. I counted the hours until sunset.
