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It is raining again today (though certainly not what they're getting down in Mexico) and I had a dreadful time getting out of bed this morning to go to work. It was one of those "my feet are hanging over the side of the bed touching the floor but my head is still firmly buried in the pillow" mornings, a leftover from my high school days when the query "Are both feet on the floor?" roused me each day. Yup, they are, but the rest of me is still in bed, thank you.
I'm a little sad this morning because one of my dearest friends is preparing to move away and I'm going to miss her terribly (((((lin4gondor)))). I wish I had a bazillion dollars so that I could uproot all of you, station you in my back yard, and support you for the rest of your natural lives so you won't have to leave again, or force me to communicate long distance. "Some birds cannot be caged; their feathers are just too bright"...and Lin, yours are among the brightest. I'll miss you, my friend. I can more understand how Sam felt, standing on the dock that September evening.
((((((((((((hugs for you all)))))))))))))))))))
I'm a little sad this morning because one of my dearest friends is preparing to move away and I'm going to miss her terribly (((((lin4gondor)))). I wish I had a bazillion dollars so that I could uproot all of you, station you in my back yard, and support you for the rest of your natural lives so you won't have to leave again, or force me to communicate long distance. "Some birds cannot be caged; their feathers are just too bright"...and Lin, yours are among the brightest. I'll miss you, my friend. I can more understand how Sam felt, standing on the dock that September evening.
((((((((((((hugs for you all)))))))))))))))))))