It was sunny, it was warm-ish and once again, I got sucked into the stained glass vortex again. Or maybe I dove in headfirst.
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In between some of the glasswork tasks,
there was some accidental organizing in the craft room and a kitchen cabinet. A
hand soap dispenser was refilled. Food was eaten. I turned on the new front
door light so the contractor could verify it worked.
Suddenly, it was 5:00 and I had someplace
to be that wasn’t my sweatshop dining room and site of my recent self-imposed
exile. It is still a mystery to me why the days pass so quickly now. There was
never a single work day in my gazillion years of work (beginning at age 15) that
went by as fast as the days pass now. I would love for a day to creep along as
slowly as the lifetime of work days did. Even half that pace would be
appreciated.

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