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Sunday Morning

February 12, 2012

I like it when the morning is quiet and you can hear the fresh air gently swaying the trees. The tea kettle whistles and as you pour your first cup of the morning you have nothing on your mind, in the peace and quiet, more taxing than whether or not to have toast and what spread to have.

The sound of nothingness is an ally in which to share the time for a little light reflection on what you accomplished the previous week…..

at least my Sunday would have gone something like this had the idiot next door decided to try out the friggin drill his equally idiot wife had brought him for Christmas!

What the f….!

My morning was ruined after another busy week some people have no consideration.


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