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Got up, had a cup of coffee, went to work, took a stroll with my charge to the local hippie food co-op, had another cup of coffee there while sitting outside and reading the Eugene Weekly, enjoyed the quiet that ensued while my charge slept, went for a longer stroll around the historic district near my house, then came home before heading out on my bicycle to run errands; I had to purchase books for summer classes, find a pair of Lycra shorts for ultimate frisbee, and pick up some Clinique exfoliating scrub. Now I am home, enjoying the slight breeze through the window of my study that smells of honeysuckle.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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