Pity party, table for one? Right this way, please.I looked at the calendar today and realized there's little-to-no chance that I'll be wearing matching shoes by the end of the year. Truthfully, I can live with the boot, but the crutches are a deal breaker for me. And I've got to be able to drive. I'm sick of being in the house. It's such a mess that I won't let anyone come in, and I won't go out. I didn't get out of bed today except to go to the bathroom. Mr. B went to see the James Bond movie tonight. I love James Bond, but didn't get dressed and go with him.
Today I'm creating nothing. On a positive note, there's always tomorrow.
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