Looking back over my shoulder.
It is getting harder to come back...to here...to all of this unpleasantness. I feel like a child who is being dragged away by the wrist and is looking back over my shoulder at where I have been.
Don't get me wrong, there is a lot of good here too. . . and I will swallow hard and start my exercise of blessing counting...but it is decidedly getting harder to come back...to here...to this.
Don't get me wrong, there is a lot of good here too. . . and I will swallow hard and start my exercise of blessing counting...but it is decidedly getting harder to come back...to here...to this.
posted by artcat | 1:02 PM
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Here's a blessing for you to count: you aren't on the policy subcommittee. No eyeball bleeding (today) for you!
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