A Whirlwind of a DayWhen I got up this morning I had a rough, or perhaps hazy idea of what the next 20 hours would hold...once again...I was wrong. By noon my week in Little Rock had morphed into a week in New York City...then Philly...then Little Rock...though I did learn that everything can change in 5 minutes...and not to be wed to any schedule.
This is a picture of what feels to me to be confusing...and this is how my emotional and scheduling self is feeling...though is really a picture of oxidized paint...on a gas pump...
This is a picture of what feels to me to be confusing...and this is how my emotional and scheduling self is feeling...though is really a picture of oxidized paint...on a gas pump...
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