Still (sur)Rendering

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.

I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.


antemeridian

Finally.

Passed out at about 10:30 last night and slept for a solid four hours. Woke up feeling so .. relaxed. Now if I could get a decent shoulder rub, I think I just may survive.

I don't even have the care to be disheartened by the mess I was greeted with in the kitchen. Dishes are soaking, I've already had a pot of green tea and now the coffee is brewing. The house is quiet, except for my music. All the windows are open (there is no air as fresh as dawn air) and I think this is the first time in days I'm actually awake. If I didn't have so much to do, this would be a perfect morning for a run down by the river. Ah well. I hate running.

It's going to be a busy day. Daunting but I think I'll manage.

Coffee's ready.

Good morning.

.dar.






soundtrack:Bach - "Sicilienne" (I may very well be re-addicted to this melody.)


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