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good thursday

upon waking and being told i played a fat woman in someone else’s dream i gave our puppy a bath, made coffee, took cj to school for a makeup french exam and made the bed. i wish the productivity of the morning’s activities were indicative of the accomplishments possible in the span of this day.

before noon i’ll take amy to work, attend my nos 120 class and procure a rented auto for the next 30 days as our plates sit in the dmv coffers as a penalty for a 5 day lapse in insurance over the christmas holiday and a misunderstanding on the part of state farm.

i’m optimistic, however, that by the time the babies ride the cheese wagon home i’ll be happily settling into the weekend, and the creative space that is too often obscured by worry and duty.

here’s hoping.