The Measure of a Day

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As it approaches 5:00pm, I often wonder what I am going to tell Kevin when he asks about my day when he comes home. The busyness of the every day blurs the memories to the point that I am left with nothing but "The only time I sat down today was to peel potatoes. And it was good".

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