I have slowly slipped into Wednesday. Fortified by three and half cups of fairly decent coffee, the taste no longer matters; it is the action and reaction I am waiting for. I prefer a smooth, gentle flow to wash down my throat in the AM, but a rough edged, grating, spoon melter, will also do the trick. So, I am up for the day, with heart racing, eyes in focus, and brain three steps ahead of my feet. What to do, what to do? Oh, why did I ask? ...
Updated 04-27-2011 at 03:53 AM by RheaB
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