Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Partly cloudy with dunder-heads.

I am amazed at the constant ineffeciency of so many people. This is probably the most arrogant thing I have ever said. Most people I depend on surprise me occasionally with questions and issues that really rock my world--and it drives me nuts!

I have to say it--THERE ARE DUNDER-HEADS ABOUT!

I wish sometimes I had a big old iron skillet to just haul out and clang upside someone's noggin.

There. I said it.

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