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It’s the grey sky, and the chill in my toes. The unseasonal drizzle.

It’s being thisclose to a long, long, long weekend.

I’m so nearly, nearly finished knitting the scarf I’ve been working on for months.

At my desk, supposedly earning my salary, concentration is counted in seconds.

There’s hours, years, to go until I can drive to the airport and bring my love home.

Perhaps it’s all of these things. Today. Time. Is. Moving. So. Slowly.

(Hey, look at that. It turns out that packing boxes make excellent photo backgrounds. How lucky we still have so many lying around…)

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