This morning, upon waking up, I knew how I would start my day.
It was 7:30. I climbed out of bed, went to the kitchen, and started a pot of coffee. Then, I went to the TV cabinet, to pull out my sweetie's Christmas Afghan-In-The-Works. I popped on my stress-relieving gloves, grabbed my trusty clay-handled crochet hook, and got myself busy. I am (as
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