How is it that just a few hours after a beautiful day began, it shifts like a cloud front moving in. By 10 a.m., this Monday morning had begun to feel like 2:30 Tuesday. I'm inside the week already. Gone is the heartpumping buzz of a leaf blower in my hands. My muscles no longer feel the tightness of lifting tarp-topping leaves to the street. Even the soft pleasantness of daybreak has past into a windy morning outside, and windy people inside.
Now I hear that a long-term prediction has snow falling through the weekend before Thanksgiving. This month started off with bad news. I'd like to take a day off and relax. I'm not sure I know how to do that anymore.
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