This morning it seemed as if we were stuck to the bed again. Jane was late again and I walked to work, part way.
Time passes pretty rapidly and it is not at all boring. The work seems to agree with me and I with it. (I hope.)
It was nice again today and the trees and the grass are beginning to get alive again.
We might get to bed early for a change.
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