Words of Mine

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A Day of Rest

I woke up to gray skies and feeling tired. I know the tiredness is from our day of labor yesterday, a great meal and staying up late though I fell asleep in my chair at some point. I remember heading to bed around 3 a.m. could today be a PJ day?

I do have some phone calls to make. With all the items we put on the street for a give away, it’s all gone except the frig which I didn’t think would go anyway. It’s yucky to begin with and this is one of my phone calls to see about the garbage company coming to get it.

mz. em

In a very real sense, the writer writes in order to teach himself, to
understand himself, and to satisfy himself; the publishing of his
ideas, though it brings satisfactions, is a curious anticlimax.
--Alfred Kazin

1:19 p.m. - Monday, Feb. 26, 2007
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