This week is Spring Break in my neck of the woods. So far I've used my time well. I slept for 10 hours yesterday and last night. I think I could go back to bed right now. But that won't happen any time soon. I'll be spending the rest of today editing my uncle's book. I'm really looking forward to finishing this, partially because I have some other things to work on, but mostly because I really believe in this message. I think it will be in print very soon, so I'll be sure to keep everyone updated.
It's 10:00. My race clothes are laying across the top of the dog crate. I've already consumed my all-natural sleep aid. The alarm is set for 4:45 in the morning. I should be sleeping, but my mind is spinning at an unnatural rate. Remember this poem ? The subject of that poem married just a few weeks ago, and I just finished looking through his wedding photos. It's a strange feeling. Not one of loss. Or Regret. Or even wistfulness. I'm thoroughly happy for both of them in a way that will seriously not make sense to most of the people I know. I suppose there will always be an odd sense of knowing in a situation like this. I know the feel of those lips. I've seen that look in his eyes. What I felt for him was real and pure and drives the feeling of satisfaction that is currently overwhelming me. I love knowing that he's in love--even if it's not with me. I even saved my favorite photo to my computer because the image stirred something in me that needs to be sti...
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