When I woke up this morning, I had stop and think for a while, what day it was. That’s not unusual. When you don’t work the days tend to gel into a big mushy heap of nothingness. At first I woke up around 4 o’clock, looked out and the moon looked fabulous — like a big piece of cheese, hanging there in the sky, just begging to have its photo taken. I was too tired though, but had it been closer to the horizon I might have mustered up some energy, in spite of the early hour.
Instead, I’m going to muster up the energy to make mashed potatoes with the salmon we’re going to have for supper.
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