April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
-T.S. Eliot
I'm so tired. Maybe it's the lasting effects of whatever had me incapacitated for the past couple days, or maybe not being outside for a while has started to get to me. Or maybe I'm just tired.
Driving to Fez today to take Chris to the airport.
You are tired. Mom
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