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anigoIt's Sunday. It's warm enough that I can sit here in the kitchen with the garden doors open and only be a teensy bit cold with a sweat shirt on. I can hear birds and kids playing. Supper is bubbling away on the stove and it smells divine. It's mixed with the smell of bergamot that I have stewing in a scent pot thingie. I have a cup of coffee beside me with horridly good hazelnut coffee mate. (Ok, When you're out of "good" dark roast coffee, you gotta do whatcha gotta do) Dick's outside changing the oil in my car. My presentation for school on Thursday is about 75% finished and my mediator's notebook is as well. School will be over in approximately 4 weeks. My tulips, daffodils and crocuses are up about an inch.
The previous 2 weeks of PMS seems to have passed.
Life, she's not so bad, eh?
The previous 2 weeks of PMS seems to have passed.
Life, she's not so bad, eh?