Every Moment is a Story.
I look forward to “riding the wave.”
David W. Jones
It was gorgeous.
6:00 a.m.
What is going on with my subconscious?
High winds again.
The end of a three-day weekend.
Overwhelmed.
Plugged into a death trap.
Two days is never enough time.
Attacked by a garbage truck.
It’s been a while since my last rant; forgive me.
It’s the last Sunday of the month.
Words have consequences.
We have a break from the stormy weather.
We could use the moisture.
This year is off to a weird start…
On the twelfth day…
A full night’s broken sleep.
I’m going to get fired.
It was a rough night.
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