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I love my life. It is eight-thirty Saturday morning
and I love my life. I think I just realized it last
night and it flowed over into today.
I love it...I love myself and I love the people around me. I am so lucky to have them all...I am so lucky to have my health. Why this sudden change? I don't know. I went to work yesterday and got paid for my last day of busy work -- minding the switchboard, stuffing mail, filing and archiving, came home and made dinner for my parents and sister: marinated beef tenderloin with stuffed potatoes and saucy mushrooms, then went out to dinner at tropika and dessert at bread garden. There was a chance of me going to Singapore next month but that's not happening because I didn't want to go for an entire month, and two weeks was too short to stay for the thousand-dollar plane ticket. Oh well. I get the car for a month. It would have been cool to go to S'pore with my cousin and no one else, but no big deal. Mark has three weeks off in August so we can go somewhere local or on a day trip to the island or up in the rockies otherwise. Good health, good food, good weather. I am SO lucky.
Love you all!!
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