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Another endless meeting nothing accomplished except wasted time.

Waking me before the alarm ~ my silly old girls want their treat.

This side of the equinox evening quickly gobbles the day.

Breakfast served with a cacophony of rooster and a soothing dove counterpoint.

Almost quitting time ~ from the office nextdoor the sound of laughter.

Sunday morning ~ the dappled sunlight seems holier.

Flood watch warning ~ we have yet to see a drop of rain.

All day long sitting on the edge of tears.

September ending ~ the storm cloud cradles a bit of rainbow.

On the road so many songs I sing half of each one.