These are some of the shells I brought back from my trip to Jamaica. I keep them on my kitchen windowsill. It’s nice to hold a piece of the beach in my hand, and to see it every day.
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I’m feeling rather uninspired today, as I did yesterday and the day before. It was the funeral. It knocked the wind out of me.
Mark has been flat-on-his-back-sick for the last few days. I’m just about to take the girls skating, in hopes of cheering myself up. I have a feeling it’s not going to work.
All I really want to do is curl up on the couch under a heap of blankets and read until I can read no more.
Gah.
