Last Tuesday I was heading out to take Rugby for his walk, and I noticed some of my neighbors had already taken their garbage cans to the curb. "Funny," I thought. "The garbage truck doesn't come for three more days." It eventually dawned on me that it was Thursday, not Tuesday.
The days and weeks are weaving in and out of each other at a methodical pace, and I have created my own daily structure to keep me from whittling the time away. Apparently, it is speeding ahead of me regardless of my attempt to contain it!
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