Sunday morning. Quiet. I woke
Sunday morning. Quiet. I woke up about half an hour ago and couldn't go back to sleep. I had a bunch of weird dreams and my back was really sore for some reason. Maybe I slept on it wrong? Maybe I'm just getting old? Anyhoo, I made a fresh pot of coffee and started cleaning around the house... dishes from the yet again AMAZING dinner EL cooked last night, windows, etc. I feel like every night she cooks, I'm eating some gourmet meal off the cover of a fancy food mag. I am getting seriously spoiled here. I had to take care of a work issue... but then again, not a day goes by that I don't. I hate that feeling where you're sleepy, but can't sleep. Ugh! Oh well... the coffee is tasty, so I guess that counts for somethin'...
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