It is Sunday Morning. 8:51. Tired, but rested.
Sun is shining. Laundry is laundrying. [my area of] Room is clean.
Sunday Times still needs to be read. Think I might go to Target. Not too much work to do. Excited by the idea that I can rest the next few days. Excited that I am going to be home [in Sactown] again on Thursday night.
Just found this: Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply to enjoy simply, to think freely to risk life, to be needed. – Storm Jameson. I agree Storm, I agree.
Sunday morning. 8:56. Good Morning.
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