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Not Monday

...It's always better than Monday. But not this Tuesday. Did nuthin' but running today. Runnin' to the fax, to the copier, the mail drop off point, back to the office, to the bank, to the printer, to the copier again (it keeps going on the fritz; in it's defense, we've beaten the hell out of it over the years. Honestly, it's time to take it out back and have an 'Ol Yeller moment...) and finally to my desk.

Tuesdays shouldn't be so rough.

Days like this make you appreciate the days when the sun shines a little brighter and birdsongs seem sweeter.

Happy Black History Month!


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