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Friday, December 11, 2009

I Only Missed A Day

Huh. Feels like an eternity.

I was not exercising my sabbath rest. I've been ill. Not death's door, praise the Lord, but not the happiest camper, either. Fever finally broke. Today I got up, showered, and tried to stay awake.

I mostly succeeded.

I hope tomorrow will get better.

Drink your elderberry juice, children. The world is an ugly, germy place.

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