Ah, it's time for feels again. I'm not sure what makes it
time or not, but I know when it's time for feels.

That's not really true, I don't know, I just figure it out
as I go. Why lie?

I feel just fine. The creek behind my house was almost
at flood stage when I woke up, but the rain stopped and the
water level receded. What' not to feel good about, when the
basement is dry?

These past few weeks I've eaten way too much. I don't
usually go overboard with holiday goodies (I think) but
this year was bad. I'm going to have to do something about
that.

I can't seem to find the desire to finish editing this book
project. I'll do it anyway, because I'm stubborn, but the
desire really isn't there. I don't like editing. If I was
rolling in dough, I'd pay a professional to edit.

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