The air is full of spring, but my nose is full of stuff that makes it hard for me to breathe.
The birds are singing, but my throat is coughin' up a storm.
The sun is shining, but my face is burning with fever.
Oh, well. 'Tis life, I suppose.
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It's been almost two weeks since Joy died. I had really wanted her to get better. I prayed that God would let her get better, but I gues... -
This year has been so hard, so long, so dark in many ways. The kids are hard to deal with sometimes. It seems like life is slow and drags. B... -
I am so dang tired of winter. I'm so tired of the yelling in the other room. I'm so tired of snow and ice and cold and sickness and ...
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