The book group is coming tonight and I am stricken with dirty eyes. everything I see looks dirty, messy. worn, ugly. How has this happened that I have let my house go to the dogs? these thoughts arise and I remember these are my friends.
My mind is just playing a trick on me. I have cooked Beef straganoff, a 1950's dish that I can't remember how to spell. and the table is set. It's not so bad after all.
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Kathy, usually I understand the relationship of the image you've chosen to the words you put down, but this one's a mystery. Is that you in the picture?????
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