Sunday evening rolls around into Monday. The weekend always seems too short, and working for a living claims so much of our lives. It's so easy to get caught up in the hamster's wheel, the rut, the daily grind, and forget that you are already living, already alive. The dust kitty on the floor, the actual kitty sitting next to me on the bed, the cycling of the central air, my darling typing on her computer next to me. It's all part of the same living world about us.
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