It is a wholly dreary day and I don't feel like doing anything but curling up with a good book, a warm blanket and a puppy or kitty or two. I am, instead, puttering. I know, I know, there isn't a whole lot of difference - but, it's enough that my heart just isn't in the puttering. I've been reflecting on the ebb and flow of my weeks and weekends
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