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It's fall. I'm teaching again, so it's busy. We're also doing things to our house like taking out walls and adding doors, so that adds to the busy. Even with all that things still don't seem too crazy. Maybe it's this glass of wine talking.
We had Dia de los Muertos with an alter and face paint, and I thought about my dad. It's been SEVEN years. How is that possible? I was realizing today that posts for this journal date back almost 10 years. I wish I kept it up better.
We had Dia de los Muertos with an alter and face paint, and I thought about my dad. It's been SEVEN years. How is that possible? I was realizing today that posts for this journal date back almost 10 years. I wish I kept it up better.