This morning, I woke up in tears from a nightmare. A little boy that I adopted was trying to kill me with my husband's guns. I kept calling my husband for help, but he was downstairs vacuuming while talking on the phone so he couldn't hear me.
Not a good way to start. No wonder today has been an odd kind of day. It's alternately cold and sunny, outside and within.
On a downswing, I found myself looking for this.
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