Fog greeted me in the morning; not exactly the cure for the blues.
I buckled down, finished a project that been nagging at me. I read blogs until my eyes were tired. I set up another doctor's appointment and got some work done down at the school.
And it wasn't even noon.
Maybe I should cry more often.
The fog gave way to a fine afternoon, not a cloud in the sky.
I gathered the kids off the bus and headed to the park.
We came unencumbered. I sat in the grass while the kids took to the swings, played cat and dog. (And for once, this isn't an euphemism for bickering.)
We let out a big sigh.
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