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...but it's gentle swinging.
Parade soon. Snow yesterday, and a trip to the nursery, and the Juggler made pizza, tossing the crusts up and spinning them. Up till 4am, which was too late, and up again at 9. I need slow mornings after something like that.
It's interesting to be immersed in life's rhythms like this. They sweep along, baxk and forth, up and down, and when the extremes are blunted and you don't fight it it can almost be relaxing.
Parade soon. Snow yesterday, and a trip to the nursery, and the Juggler made pizza, tossing the crusts up and spinning them. Up till 4am, which was too late, and up again at 9. I need slow mornings after something like that.
It's interesting to be immersed in life's rhythms like this. They sweep along, baxk and forth, up and down, and when the extremes are blunted and you don't fight it it can almost be relaxing.
