… while I'm not really rested, it might upset my thinking which is not good at all. I should be outside playing, why does this always happen, I work best under pressure and there'll be lots of pressure if I don't write right now…
Poor Good Ol' Charlie Brown sang something like this in the musical about him.
I've got no excuse other than everything else I put in the place of time to write. I'm having a ball acting like a retired person who can choose what she does with her time.
I've been contemplating lengthening my telemerers with laughter therapy… and laughing a lot at the antics of a favorite five year old. Her self-confidence is a revelation. Her language skills astound me. Her sense of humor and sense of human tickle and warm me better than a feathered boa.
Maybe I'll write tomorrow.
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