Why do I keep writing? Is it for me? Is it cathartic any more? I don't know. Do I like to hear myself talk? Of course I do. I'm human. I think. Not sure. Never been sure of that one.
Got through my class then took a much needed nap. Went out to the store to get a couple of things. Came home, B made stuffed peppers for dinner. I am always remind of Everybody Loves Raymond when she makes those. Deborah's big dish on that show was her 'lemon chicken'. It was the one thing she could always make to perfection, that always tasted good, and Raymond loved. I feel that way about B's peppers. She always makes them perfectly.
Watched some TV, did laundry, went to bed. Another day in my life. Yay me.
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