Even I'll admit it, pressed for time. I hate that, when life has been so well-designed, you imagine on some level there's a personalized plan. Maybe there is, maybe there isn't, but there was. If I had more time, which I don't (have to pick live children up from pottery class)...I'd lean on the past.
I had it all planned out, well, to the point that everything I'd write would be in past tense. I think I'd like switching gears, never having done that. So maybe then, no, not yesterday...nor tomorrow.
I have about a week-and-a-half of pending responsibilities that demand my full attention. So, until then.
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