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Here I am, wide awake, 2:30 in the morning, dream still vivid but sleep a memory.
I slept for eleven hours last night. I don’t remember the last time I did that.
There was a camel at the farmer’s market. In Beverly Hills. This was worth getting out of bed for.
The sniffles are a great excuse to drink tea and eat gingersnaps and stay in bed the whole day.
…when dogs get that quizzical expression? I’m always curious to know what they’re thinking.
Most days I make my bed. Today was not one of them.