The sun is up. Ili lies in bed. I sit with this computer that barely works trying to think of something to say. There is nothing. Outside, a crazy symphony of birds. Walkers walk, runners run. The first morning racket begins. To what do I look forward today? There are many things that must be done. I look forward to none.
It is one of those dangerous days. Watch the lights. Don't cross on red. It's probably not safe to cross on green.
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