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It's not going to be getting better if we don't part with either our apathy or our dough or both....
I had another one of those mornings where something extremely unhappy was going on in my innards. My mother started getting sick from stuff she'd eaten at about this age, and I'm afraid I have taken after her in this regard. Now I don't want to finish the big pot of stuff I cooked last night. The aroma from just warming it is making me nauseous. I don't want to go there again.
Aging is not for wimps.
25 August 2009
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