I missed my workout due to an early-waking kid, who then refused to get her hair cut at her appointment today only to get home, look at my recipe for dinner and realize that for some unknown reason I only purchased two out of the ten ingredients and had to improvise the rest. I then spent the next thirty minutes telling my grandfather that my aunt's breast cancer is going to be fine, Fine, FINE! I spent the evening just staring at the on-line photo of our hotel room in Vegas and chanting eight days, eight days. . .
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