Sunday, March 22, 2015. Spring is officially here, although today looked and felt a bit more like a dreary autumn day.
I heard that the nursing home isn't allowing any visitors: so I figure there's a bug going around town. Again. That would explain the way I've been feeling.
Still, it could be worse. It could be better, too: any I trust that it may be by next Sunday.
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Wrong word: "any I trust that it may be by next Sunday."
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