Each morning one starts the day and it unfolds hourly. Beginning in one state, ending three states over and 12 hours later, finds me at the end of a long day indeed. It seems I must always pay the piper when I return home, and I'm not done paying yet. Taking a little break for posting, I'm remembering the last day on my parent's lawn. We visited as I painted, sitting on lawn chairs in the shade of a large tree. I am so thankful for the fun family times shared and another clear ct scan for my dad. Painting number 2003 in 2003 days.
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