Yesterday morning’s good energy dwindled by afternoon and I
fell into the comfort zone. I did make wonderful vegetable soup and add a few
daubs of paint but I confess to TV under my blanket with two dogs. Today I’m
ready to start over. That’s what morning is for, a new beginning with the
intention of using it well. Church is on the agenda, plus more writing about
the Sonoma state adventure that corresponded with age 42 and the half Uranus
return.
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