Juice, coffee, poached eggs and what in Florida passes for sourdough toast.
Reading the newspaper. Meredith Vierra and a curmudgeon who objects the the neighbor boy's lemonade stand are all I remember.
Chatting with my mother about my new (to me) mobile home. (It needs paint and some repairs, so I won't move in for a couple of weeks.) We were discussing fun stuff like where to put the furniture and what to plant in the planter out front.
Then back to bed to stretch my sore back out before I get up and grade papers all afternoon.
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"No matter how cynical I get, I just can't keep up" - Lily Tomlin
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