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Things were peaceful this morning. There was an inch or so of snow stuck to every branch, twig, and crevice. A different world. Gone by 10:30, of course.
I'm disliking my regular routine. Boring's not the word, because I'm way too busy to be bored. Mundane, maybe. Nothing far enough out of the ordinary. Except my Chinese class. That I enjoy. It feels so good to stretch my brain again -- and to be doing it for the ministry, not some stupid college course.
Why are cats so wonderfully soft and cuddly?
I'm disliking my regular routine. Boring's not the word, because I'm way too busy to be bored. Mundane, maybe. Nothing far enough out of the ordinary. Except my Chinese class. That I enjoy. It feels so good to stretch my brain again -- and to be doing it for the ministry, not some stupid college course.
Why are cats so wonderfully soft and cuddly?